Daughter Delite Series: My Lovey Dovey baby

Daughter Delite Series: My Lovey Dovey baby short poem

A soon to be mother’s thoughts, when connecting to the baby in her womb…

The bud that you are, soon to bloom,

As you ramble cherub, all over my womb,

Bouncing and punching without care,

“Safe birth”, my heart pleads in prayer.

And then, as I wonder at your progress,

Do you discern that gentle loving caress,

As I place my hand, tenderly on my belly?

Our quintessence all twined up, already..

Then, I wonder lovingly at your countenance,

Would you have mama’s affable semblance?

Or perhaps, your father’s diligent visage,

Else ways maybe a blend, of both our lineage.

A felicitous epoch, with merry divine illusions,

Life now, revamped into apt eloquent visions,

A yarn weaved now steady, into our zing forever ..

An undertaking, that shall be our finest treasure.

You, dear tyke, are the corollary of our dreams,

Bequeathing our lives with such happy themes!

In unison now, we share a new benign endeavor,

To accomplish your essence, in fine blissful flavors

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A few words strung together on inspiration, or a few thoughts penned down for clarity. A hobby that has consistently matched to represent the inspirations in me. Most often, they are from incidents and trends happening around the world, books or articles that I may parse through, or some noble cause that had greatly impressed me. I have been writing poems, and short stories, since I had been 6 years. Music and poetry walk hand in hand; good music, good poetry shall always stay my favorite pastime.
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I don’t know if which is the greater love: that of a mother or that of the other self. God chooses the pairing of a mother and child, not any could select the other. But only humans decide on matrimony. Maybe, I have answered my own question. Thought inspiring write you have.

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