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Calliope
Dec 09, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

innocent eyes of wonder

Eyes so wideand full of innocent wonder,

I see through his eyes,this fresh spell I'm under,

Everything is so surprising and new,

I can't wait for all the things we could do,

The pain and the anguish of having a child,

Compared to this joy ,the pain of it is mild,

I'm still in pain but he eases it all,

Everytime I look at him again I just fall,

Again and again  I fall more in love,

He was  my saving grace from above,

I was falling further and further  down,

Then came this bundle that turned it all around,

A fragile little creature that depends on only me,

Now its love to show,and a milion smiles to see,

You pour on the loveand there's no time for crying,

The selfishness ends and there's only time for joyfull sighing.

 

 

 

— Calliope, Dec 09, 2007

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Region, Country: New York, USA

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meic

18 years 6 months ago

There’s something very

There's something very special about a mother's love. After my mother died, I found a handwritten notebook with a number of poems inside. I knew she was writing something, though she kept them private, because she had asked me to draw a cover picture for her book. These are two of her pieces - the second one about me: ------------------------------------ Counting blessings one by one My treasure chest it overflows I did not lose and give away But gained and found A love that wraps me round Son and daughters are they all And deep within the heart of me I’ll keep them safe until eternity ------------------------------------- Dimpled hands clutching at my heart-strings Now grown big, creeps beneath my elbow Guiding me through life’s highways Remember, son, I love you well So remember me in the dead of night As we went hand in hand through life Now they are gone and in their place Nothing but despair: but, at least, There are marks to show that I passed through Iechyd da [Good Health - Welsh] Mike
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Calliope

18 years 5 months ago

They are...

...beautiful poems. Your mother was obviously a wonderful woman.I can only hope I am a good mother to my 3 boys.Day by Day! Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.
Sinbadthesailorman

Sinbadthesailorman

18 years 4 months ago

Very nice read

I noticed some words stucked to gether was not sure if this is intended or not 1. line wideand wide and 2 to the last loveand love and loved it very nice job Donnie / Sinbad

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