Innocense Gods precious gift A small figure of an adult With a mind ready to explore Eyes eager to see everything Repeating words heard by ears constantly listening and aborbing The quickest of hands A crawl to a walk A cry to a word The most sinless of all people Still many years to go Perfect as is Lifes soulful being in a furturistic sense....
Reason for writing:
I'm 25 and had a daughter 2 1/2 years ago. I wrote the poem in June of 97 during my pregnancy. My experience with doctors, ultra sounds and various developements prompted oneself to write about this special person that I am anticipating. When looking back at this poem and comparing it to now, my daughter truely does fit the description.
Birth sign: Cancer
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