Today’s prompt made me pull out my diary of 2001- the year my first child was born and in it I found a poem I had written for her, 21 days after her birth. I have not bothered editing it, though as I read it now, some parts do seem a little funny…and not so poetic:).
Here are the words…
An answer to a prayer,
A jewel, so precious and rare,
Small and Sweet,
Tiny hands and little feet.
A bundle of joy,
A priceless living toy,
God’s most beautiful creation,
You were the most awaited family addition.
A nine month miracle,
A half-day labor, you and I did tackle,
And at eleven fifteen,
You were born- a tender, lovely queen.
This day in 2001,
A moment not to be forgotten,
I had been chosen,
To nurture, care and protect this special one,
Small pink lips, rosy cheeks,
Big black eyes that darted around,
A tuft of black hair,
And a small, pug nose.
Absolutely adorable, wrapped in a blanket,
A little hand reached out,
Kissing her dainty finger,
I created a bond, a memory that would forever linger.
The family’s first grandchild,
Loads of love and blessings piled,
You’ve stolen everybody’s heart,
A little of everyone, yet you’re distinctly apart.
You will be our inspiration,
To give you the best is our ambition,
To raise you right, our determination,
Building a strong and loving foundation.
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