On a dark cold night, while the rest of the world, was peacefully sleeping,
A solitary young woman, a precious newborn, their lives were entwining,
Those baby blue eyes, that midnighthair, as he lay resting upon her chest,
The softest skin, with little baby wrinkles, who would have guessed? ,
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Very impressive write, Jen S. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
An emotional and children and motherhood, write - a 10