Short Holding The Baby Poems

I find an album with matt thick black pages
my wet eyes hungry for each pose of this girl 
in pigtails with a reluctant kitty, then on a bike
in a pretty prom dress, then holding a baby, me
turning the pages your smiles become frauds
your skin wrinkled, your pain quiet and graceful
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I wonder what its like
To be a woman who conceives
A life grows inside her
That started from a seed.

I wonder what its like 
To feel this wonder move inside
Kicking, jabbing, turning
Of this I am mystified.

I wonder what its like
This pain of giving birth
Something women endure
The suffering is well worth.

I wonder what its like
Holding a baby of your own
But for women like myself
This will forever be unknown....

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I wonder what its like
To be a woman who conceives
A life grows inside her
That started from a seed.

I wonder what its like 
To feel this wonder move inside
Kicking, jabbing, turning
Of this I am mystified.

I wonder what its like
This pain of giving birth
Something women endure
The suffering is well worth.

I wonder what its like
Holding a baby of your own
But for women like myself
This will forever be unknown....

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There you are little girl standing there,
So grown up and a mother yourself.
Holding your baby that looks like you,
Wondering what you are going to do?

Loving this child so much you cry.
Knowing she’s yours and you ask why.
Someone else can’t feel like you.
Now you know why they’re called the “blues”.

You look at her and see her smile,
You know God has blessed you with this child.
For love is such a precious thing
It makes your heart with laughter ring....

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Love me like crazy cause i deserve it.
Let kiss in public because we wokred this far.
 Stumbling blocks up infront of us but we scall through.
Sucesses is continuous breakthroughs and we are still moving.
So baby for a while let take a pause and flaunt our love.
Let show poeple that our kiss will win a contest.
Let be the public couple even if they dont wanna see us.
Trow ur hand around my waist baby you deserve it.
Let walk while holding hands baby even if they hate it....

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I was holding onto baby faerie by his brittle little wing.
He weighed less than a loaf of bread, this cute little thing.
I heard his tiny voice as he began a melodic little sing.
No one else heard it, but it had a catchy zing.

Don’t drop him! Other faeries were ordering me about.
As if I would have let that baby faerie fall – why would they doubt?
Insulted, I put up my nose, showing them an impudent pout.
“Don’t drop him!” a grasshopper yelled. This time it was a shout....

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