baby

Golden hour

Golden hour

              Madhanala Shaila Prasad


Golden hour reminded by gone days,

Tit- bits of being together

Still fresh as love at first sight

Courtship days filled with hope and sorrow


Travelled all the way as Adam and Eve

Till heavenly one bestow an angle

Day in and day out no other to do

Each day fell too short to

Narrate how she grew


Cloths that she put on

Alerted mere childhood

A quality time to hangaround

Material world would allow me

Conquer the world around

But, not at the cost of

Flitting childhood days of angle.

  

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

All about how sepending time with baby...

cursing time for being transient....

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A Baby Again

I want to be in your arms forever,
Resting my head on your lovely chest
I want to be a baby again
In your warm cuddle and embrace

Author's Notes/Comments: 

...to my love.

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Merry Christmas my snow baby.

Oh my goodness, cheer o cheer, lights in the trees, along porches, and an angel on high,

Tiny flutters by and by, little hand, little feet, kick kick kick, fly little boy, fly oh so my. 

Stretch and yawn like the sun that rises oh so high, suck your thumb or close your eyes,

I love you with all of my heart my sweet little boy, I hope you reach for the sky so high. 

 

Your brother awaits with love and guidance, awaits to show you the world we make ours,

He loves you more than you can imagine, more than the stars and more than the moon, 

If you come soon, your dad is ready and awaits your little cry, you will be here oh so soon,

I just can't wait to see your eyes, touch your soft hair, feed that little tummy, in your room. 

 

Soft jammies with little soft socks while snuggled in blankies, keep warm my baby,

The cold wind whips threw the night like hungry wolves, so bitter yet so dramatic,

I can't wait to hold your little body in my arms, keep you warm and away from harm,

I'll protect you with my life, my child, never fear, your family is here as your forever alarm.

 

Wreaths of spruce, pinecones, and a red bow, you're here the perfect time of the year,

Snow that sparkles in the moonlight, Snow that crunches under our boots, hot chocolate, 

The silence of the night that never grows old, I cannot wait for your story to unfold,

I cannot wait to pull you and your brother in the snow, in a little sled, have no fear, 

You came at just the right time of the year, I am filled with tears, I get to enjoy just you. 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For my sweet Lance H. L.

On Faithfulness

Folder: 
Simple Thoughts

"Don't get so frustrated, 

it's only a book, 

or a few words

that you threw,

 

hoping they might stick.

Sound familiar?

Surreal,

especially if you've stuck with it.

 

Life can be funny like that,

in fact, it is,

that the same things

seem to alwaus happen

 

to people who may wish

it wasn't the case;

assuming it's negative.

Once you give it a second

 

to process,

it's wild to think

the same exact advice

you give

 

is the opposite

of how you live

your own life.

Some advice...

 

Twice now I've had to step in.

To stop the golden desires

of sundrops on skin,

forbidden,

 

when there has already been seeds sown,

a tree has been growing,

and now there's doubt,

the axe lays on its side

 

nearby. Nearly every time,

it can hurt to cry,

but not if infidelity

is the reason why. At least,

 

let's hope 

that's not the case.

I'd hate to see the fallout,

it'd be all over the place."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just some thoughts on my ever-increasing number of friends who have yet to reach relationship goals... 

*A Baby Boy*

Summer 2000 
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins


Wow! A bundle of joy 
Great times 
Gorgeous smiles 
You're having a baby boy 

 

Give the kid hugs and kisses 
Have a great time with your baby 
Soon he'll find a misses 

 

So share this time to talk 
To share secretes with 
Take pictures 
Because soon he'll be crawling 
Soon that'll be a myth 
Bacause soon he'll be walking 
Memories are forever 
You'll never want them to end 

 

A baby boy 
What are you going to name him 
Once he hits one 
He'll have lots of toys 

 

He will have temper tantrums 
Yes your little sweet boy 
So remember to pamper him 

 

Soon he'll be a big boy 
He wont be your little one 
Make sure you take him to the shore 
One day soon he'll come home with a lady 

 

Give him all the love 
Don't worry he'll always want more 
You're his one and only mom 
You're the one he'll adore 

 

A baby boy 
Thats great news 
Make sure you make a shelf 
For all his shoes 

 

Have fun.... 
With all the crazy times 
Because with your baby boy 
Joy will never be done 
He'll look like you 
That's not a false statement 
It'll be true 
You watch 
When he is born 
You two will be a perfect match 

 

Copyright* 

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Baby Dreams

Folder: 
Just a thought!

Slightly obscured, she nurses the newborn,

Suckling slowly on curds and way

His little belly full, he falls asleep...

Dreaming only, of the next buffet.




 


Author's Notes/Comments: 

A lil Baby Dream humor'

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Chick Coalition

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Chick Coalition 

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Baby chick

won't need 

a bucket list

For all recognize

his right to exist.


-saiom shriver-

 

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A Baby's Heart-Wrenching Scream

Something happened to me and it was extreme.

As I was aborting a baby, it let out a loud scream.

The scream was heart-wrenching and it was chilling.

It was terrifying and I certainly didn't like the feeling.

There were no ifs, ands, or maybes.

I decided to stop aborting babies.

I can still hear that baby's horrible scream.

I would give anything if it was only a dream.

It was an experience that I truly deplore.

I decided then and there not to abort babies anymore.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is based on a true story.

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osmosis

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Nature / Folder 1

.............. 

 

 

you may 

love her

hate her

curse her

leave her

hit her

rob her

hurt her

lie to her

cheat her

ignore her

belittle her

betray her

slay her

degrade her

 

but the fact is,

 

you came into existence

asking to live,

and she had many opportunities to run from you,

and erase your life,

and she did not run from you,

 and so therefore, no matter how much you 

are tempted to blame her

for your own unhappiness,

the blame will always be shared with one other 

person.

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*

*

you.

 

© 2013

 

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