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Family has begun

Mum pushing hard, dad to the side

Breathing deep, worlds to collide

Head crowning, doctors in await

Towels ready, forceps in place

Baby arrives with all the mess

Screaming healthy, on mummas chest

Both crying, happiness and joy

This beautiful angel, hope for this boy

He quiets down, exhausted from the journey

Mum kisses his head, he whimpers quietly

She lays down her head, pillow so soft

Sleep envelops, raises her aloft

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Dad breathes a sigh in awe and delight

This amazing world with this brand new life

Stepping out to take some fresh air

He inhales in, feeling so aware

That little soul reliant on him

Mother too, feels good within

He’ll always be there to serve and protect

His darling family, bewildingly perfect

What would he change? Nothing at all

In that hospital room, perfection so small

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That first night as three, their own little room

Trying to feed him, over the moon

Milk going everywhere, never done this before

Feeling useless, this new never ending chore

Time for the burp, difficult to do

Not too hard, this will not do

A tiny tap, a little rub

And burp, the milk comes up

They look at each other, covered in sick

Then they burst out laughing, not caring one bit

As they cuddle each other, three as one

Family together, family has begun.

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My latest book “Searching for you” is a collection of poetry about love, heartbreak and happiness. A raw journey looking at our search in life to find ourselves and that special someone.

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

The curse of the baby

When you first come into this world

The nurse inspects you and gives you a twirl

You are then taken home and placed to nest

You are left to slumber and of course to rest

From that moment there is a change

You start to cry and make your parents deranged

Through all the noise and the screaming

Your parents would rather be dreaming

For this disruption causes stress

Their sweet child is no longer a bless

And for a reason unknown to you

Your parents split and are no longer two

Was it your fault? Is it true?

Was it actually because of you?

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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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Childhood · family · happy · Life · love

10 months

Our little baby girl

In your little baby world

10 months passed so quick

We don’t regret one bit

You allume our day with your smile

Your blue eyes gleaming all the while

Play with your toys make a mess

Say our names our little princess

Make us feel better with a little hug

Show mummy and daddy your baby love

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My new book “Rhyming poetry to change your day” is now available in paperback and kindle formats.

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Phil lister 07/01/18

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depression · family · happy · Life · love

Zombie trance

My brain is elsewhere

My body, I don’t know yet

Headaches, migraines

All the time you can bet

I am a robot

No, maybe a zombie

Trance endlessly

Lost as can be

Sometimes at work

I get dizzy, it’s hard

I wait to pass out

And hit the floor hard

Pills, oh often

Each day, everyday

Need it for the teething

My baby’s bad day

One day ends

Next begins

I feel like crap

But it’s me who’ll win

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Phil lister 08/10/17

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