Little Miracle
Eyes that lock on mine for the first time
Looking at me with love sublime
Piercing my heart, consuming my soul
Tiny, sweet creature, just one minute old
Boring right into the depths of my being
Two little eyes, my very heart seeing
Magic, a miracle, how does she know
To gaze in my eyes and not to and fro?
Evidence of miracles, she grabs with her hand
Fingers locked 'round mine, she takes command
Nursing her, loving her, miracles sure
Created in love, with a spirit so pure
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I see you're still finding the most perfect pictures to accompany your poems! This one is gorgeous. This poem made me smile as I think of a couple of friends of mine who have new babies.
ReplyDelete:) You were my first inspiration to add a picture Christine. You had sent me a Christmas card on MySpace one day and I used the card and since then have sometimes spent MUCH longer finding the perfect picture than writing the poem at times!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your compliments and please feel free to share this with your friends.
Love E