For My Darling Sister, My Punky
I gave Him all thanks when she was born,
my sweet event, my newborn, babe sis.
All that she did, did my heart adorn.
Loving her when seven was valued bliss.
I brought Mom warm wash cloths each change time,
and told her when new bottles were prime.
Joy was snuggling her in bed or a chair.
My Elizabeth Jane's skin was fair,
with a cute button nose and eyes sky blue.
Five ten's have passed and my sis' love stays true.
What is beauty?
Can I sing to it?
Can I bathe it in
Honeydew lotion
and read it ancient
love poems
as it fights the
gravity of sleep?
Can I feed it
pureed applesauce
and wipe its
dripping face clean?
Can I hold it in my arms
and feel the weight
of infinite potentials
I will carry on my
shoulders until it
finds place for them
on its own?
Can I grasp it
in the enchanting
gaze of a
Beautiful newborn?
Mother whispered stories from the start,
Of the day that etched her heart.
A newborn cry, her tears flowed free,
Tears of joy—for that cry was me.
The family gathered, throwing their bids,
Choosing a name to crown her kid.
A title stamped upon my brow,
A world of promise awaited somehow.
Then comes a day, stark and bare,
When life no longer lingers there.
All you owned, gone in a breath,
Leaving behind a trace of death.
A final paper marked my name,
A hollow milestone cloaked in shame.
Again, my mother’s tears would flow,
Not joy this time, just sorrow's glow.
Her child departed—not by flight,
Nor by ship, nor wheels of might.
This journey knew no engine's churn,
Only silence, cold and stern.
The dead, remembered briefly so,
While the living hold their grief to show.
They praised the child on that last day,
But not when he needed it along the way.
So when I leave, keep it brief,
No need for shows to mask the grief.
For that day holds no grand design,
Let me fade from heart and mind.
Life's value lies not in just two dates—
The birth we hail, the death we state.
But in the days of triumph untold,
And the stories of a life made bold.
i had a date to be born on this date
i can't understate, i just couldn't wait
it was my fate
my goal to gain weight
ain't that great
My first precious new born.
Today marks your 21 year old.
How times flies when it does not seem to be that long ago.
With pleasure, I welcomed you into my life.
With leisure, you have me a healthy and happy mind.
I remembered, with hard work around the clock,
The nurses, medical professions and the doctors
With their delicate and expert skill
You were delicately removed from my womb
You were cared for and lowered to the cradle.
They did a fantastic job at Royal Women's Hospital.
As soon as you were laid besides me in my bed
You quickly turned your little head
You misted my breaths one by one.
That was our first intimate, remarkable contact.
How soft and smooth the skin on your cheeks,
Your flesh breath radiated like sun rays in the sky.
I never cuddled anything like you before.
With joy and delight, my heart beat mingled
With the rhythm of you suckling on my nipples.
I woke up this morning with my hair in knots.
Lines on my belly mapping where you had been.
Dishes in the sink glared at me as I walked by.
The stove harboring remnants of last nights dinner.
Laundry remained unfolded in the hall.
The washer crying as I added another load.
Motherhood is ugly...
But today you smiled at me.
What newborn drinks a bathtub of milk each day?
Rhino?
No.
Elephant?
Huh-uh.
Dolphin?
No.
Camel?
Sorry.
Cow?
........keep scrolling ......
If you guessed Blue Whale please take a bow
As I stand bare in rain,
There's one thing I noticed among the void
In this valley of desolation and pain
Humans fit in puzzles meant to get destroyed.
As I stand across all alone
In this field full of flowers newborn,
I know deep somewhere, fragments of hope
Wait for me still, down this heavenly slope.
As I stand on top of this cold mountain,
I know, I am no more lost again
The wind and stars is where I lie
So I'll keep praying for them till I die.
Skin that has yet to be burned by the sun
A voice so new, words have yet to touch
Eyes that shine bright with wonder
A mind that endlessly ponders
Thoughts that have yet to be molded
My newborn son you truly are golden
. We had a call -
Some happy news,
A baby was
In six months due.
The news was great to hear
And when asked how they felt
They said that all of time
Into one day had melt.
Each week held something new for them
As they walked in this new-found dream;
While changes formed within the womb
To proud eyes brought a joyful gleam.
It's odd how life had changed
For two excited souls
As now they planned for three
To set their lifetime goals.
And then he/she came
In newborn pink:
All future and
All past to link.
I am a river, and my heart,
an ever-changing stream,
Ripples clean me part by part,
and so joy reigns in me supreme.
As a redwood firmly stands,
through seasons of change, so slow,
Hugging the Earth, with gnarled hands.
day by day, I too steadily grow.
As the sky awaits the gale,
to pass by, it gives no greeting.
Calmly, I face the challenging hail,
my fears quietly retreating.
As the mountains' summits rise,
on the land, old and still they are.
So do I, with time's guidance wise,
Teaching me the orbits of stars so far.
As the early spring, with lush grass,
adorns the surface of the bald lands.
I wear the tiara of love, pure as glass,
Carried in the universe's gentle hands.
I am a river, my heart an ever-changing stream.
Ripples cleanse my soul, and so joy reigns in me supreme.
As a redwood stands through seasons of change, so slow,
Embracing the Earth with gnarled hands, I too steadily grow.
As the sky awaits the gale to pass by, giving it no greeting,
I calmly face the challenging hail, my fears quietly retreating.
As the mountains rise on the land, old and wise they appear
I too bloom; with time, I hear the secrets of the cosmos clear.
As spring's lush grass adorns the surface of all the bare lands,
I wear the jewelry of love, carried in the rain's gentle hands.
Its delicate wings no longer wet, it stretched well,
And flew up high holding onlookers in its spell.
Round and around it danced over the eerie pond
All covered with water lilies but not beyond.
Elation, euphoria, joy and disbelief,
Emotions fell as it landed on fragrant leaf.
Up again, its gossamer wings attaining strength,
As once again it fluttered across the pond's length.
Hungry it spied a tasty bug, gorged on its feed,
Then instinct urged it to find its first mate to breed.
The feat accomplished, it resumed its fullest flight
Knowing full well it needed rest before twilight.
Survival of the fittest it had never learned.
Bird ate it up, that natural death it had earned.
You look lonely
Surrounded by hard plastic and
Lying under artificial yellow lights that reflect oddly off your pink newborn skin
Tiny fingers
Tiny toes
Synthetic oxygen mask
You’ve arrived a bit early little one
You’re exhausted mama’s arms have yet to joy in your gentle embrace
So, you’re daddy will stand guard for now
You’re not alone child
You’ll never be alone
Little child, meek and mild,
cherub form, sweetest smile.
Small fingers, tiny toes,
eyes wide in awe-filled glow,
and one cute, button nose.
Little child, meek and mild,
bear onesie, matching mits.
Oh my babe, tender kin,
my sweet, angelic thing,
with soft hands, velvet skin.
Little child, meek and mild,
so peacefully sleeping.
Golden wisps of hair frame,
such precious innocence,
whom God has called by Name.
Little child, meek and mild,
what joy there is to come.
Rest my child, my child rest.
For soon you'll be grown, and
shall leave my loving nest.
01.02.2024
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