New skin rubbed all over with baby powder buff.
The scent of an infant, stinky or welcoming.
An exercise of limbs, to pull over or slide on suit.
There are onesies and ruffly dresses, to suit.
A darling curl with brush, freshening cloths to face buff.
In comes the waiting grandmas and aunts, welcoming.
Balloons and banners, mom and dad welcoming.
Now, entwines around her finger; the pur -suit.
The newborn, in initial phase, a bottle buff.
Darling arrived in the buff, welcoming world in her birthday suit.
A Man Chained by Vices
He is lost on a long road with no turns.
He doesn't move forward to find,
freedom from his addiction.
He doesn't look back to know
why he is shackled to his vices.
Instead, he sits still wondering when he will be struck by ecstasy again.
Chained to the sidewalk, he waits near the cold road,
helpless like a newborn child that can walk.
He looks up to an unforgiving winter.
Praying salvation wash over him.
A little life, a brand-new start,
Placed gently in a parent’s heart.
We ask for peace to guard their way,
And wrap them safely night and day.
May God grant wisdom deep and clear,
To guide their steps through every year.
With open doors and pathways bright,
And opportunity in sight.
With tiny hands and eyes so wide,
May heavenly favor be their guide.
A gift of hope, a love so true,
We bless this little life anew.
Is anything more magical than a newborn?
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Upon the light of a new dawn
my adrenaline starts to rise.
I get after it with guns drawn,
the daily prize is that surprise.
I’m carrying lethal supplies,
my blood is on boil and rolling
A remedy like newborn skies,
this new day whispers cajoling.
Id have dived to ocean floors
To pull you up from under
your deepest darkest blues
Would have grabbed your pearl on the way down
Would have polished it new
And placed it on your crown
I remember when i held your hand
like a newborn
Afraid to drop you
My shoulders soaked from your tears
As you cried out all your fears
Did you do enough over the years?
Maybe if you saw the sun in you
The leaves wouldn't have fallen
The fruit wouldn't have rottened
The song we played
Burned like oak in my head
We sang every word
til we were ill and red
I'd re write every song if I could
To remind you that you
were the best line
But my pen runs out of ink every time
November came and the stone took you from me
And with it I rolled away too
But how lucky are the stars
Now that they have you
Hunters go;
prepared to brave the snow.
Survival befriends winter’s harvest.
All the while, ancient arctic winds blow their harshest.
Mounds of glimmering white drifts; December’s stardust.
O’ all the perspectives seasons bring,
blessings of life, come Spring;
Newborn King-
For My Darling Little 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?
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