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My how time flies
A gleam one moment
A living breathing baby the next

Nothing prepares one for motherhood
The joys, sorrows, sacrifices – all worth it
To receive the pleasure of a smiling baby

Each day is a blessing
A day older, a day wiser
A new skill learned, a new discovery made

Looking at you, I see glimpses of the future
I wonder who you’ll be
If you’ll bring the joy to others, you bring me

Time will only tell
But I treasure the memories of past
And live in the present, holding you close to my heart

Comforted by the knowledge that a hug will solve anything
And the troubles of the world will melt away
Simply by watching you sleep – a peaceful innocent angel


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AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
warm smiles

Awwwwwww brightie! Makes me smile with warm sweet memories...and makes me a bit misty as well...~*hugging you*~...thank you sis for sharing, it feels good to remember. love you, kata

AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
hugggs brightie and the tiny bright

soo sweet, brightie. it reminded me of when i was a new mother eons ago.

Grae's wench [wenchplease]

Sir_NathanSir_Nathanover 19 years ago
Or...

She leaves it exactly as it is, a personal comment about her experiences. This is prosaic, not strictly poetic. Give it a rest. smiles.

I think it's beautiful

SN

jd4georgejd4georgeover 19 years ago
One moment a gleam, next moment a baby.

You're right about the wonder of that realization, watching an infant sleep. But, just like my title of this comment has boiled your first verse down to just a line, I wonder what would happen if you tried the following experiment:

1. Cut everything down to the bare minimum.

2. Repeat and reorder the images as necessay.

3. Then write the soft, (and short), transitional phrases, keeping in mind the structure you ultimately want.

I think you might be surprised at what you discover.

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