Baby love
innocent like a white dove.
Sit upon my lap
milk on tap.
Eyes like dad
cries so sad.
Could it be
he is wishing to see
his mommy - me?
In a blink of an eye
he will be walking
talking
singing
a bell in one hand ringing.
Can't believe this child is mine?
A wonder of work so fine!
He falls asleep upon my breast
I lay back to rest.
Nicholl McGuire
Poet and Writer to see more of her work, visit:
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