family · happy · Iambic Pentometer · Life · love

Newborn

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Time slow, painful, how long it must have been

Waiting for them, all this new and obscene.

Hours pass by, comfort never ever so bad

Until the time, no return now, it’s mad.

Unknown future, as they welcome one more

The tears and emotion, she is so raw.

Pityful noise, defenseless as can be

Tiny, covered in white, is now so free.

Heart to warm skin, feeling of her, serene

Slumber to her warm breast, you can now dream.

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Phil lister 07/06/18

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