Small little feet little buns little hands,
The delicate bones that form a true baby grand,
Flecks of light that bounce from his boyish silken crown,
Of fine hazelnut hairs tousled all around.
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I entwine my gracious hands, through his yet now just growing limbs And in that moment it’s just me, an embrace, a mother's love and him. So beautifully said!
Awww this is beautiful, There is nothing more precious than the love of a child ad you have captured it here in this lovely poem. x x Well done x x
a mother's love, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Nice poem. Once I saw the intriguing title, I couldn't resist a read.