I figured I would share one of my poems that I have in my Poem book called Butterfly Madness a collection of Poems.
For some reason my poems sometimes can be dark and I am not a dark person or so I think HAHA.
Newest Child
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Tick tock
Here the clock
Wonder what to do
Drip drop
Over in the corner
Snow is turning to dew
Feeling funky
Body is thumping
Something in the works
Can’t quit see it
But can feel it
Something coming out
Hush hush
Little one
Can’t you hear?
The drum?
It’s
Pounding
Pounding
Louder and louder
Calling out your name
Creeping
Crawling
Feeling something
Can’t quite figure it out
But it is there
Even if not fully aware
Call it what you want
Tension building
Holding strong
The feeling of something wrong
Is gone
Hoping
Praying
Coming true
I think I clearly see you
Far from sight
Yet very close
The time is near
I’ve made the most
Here it is
And what a surprise
The thing I search
Was always before
My eyes
Love you
Sweet beautiful child
Call you my own
But that seems mild
You are far from that
You see
You were always
There for me
Now it’s clear
Before the world
You are here
But for your own
Such as it
Should always be
Life is precious
Like a seed
Watch the magic
Of it grow
Ticking
Tocking
Like the clock
Dripping
Dropping
Like the snow
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This Poem I wrote about a month or so before my 5th son was born... he was a "surprise" baby. I was done having children and had some issues to deal with when I found out I was having another child. Thank goodness for surprises.
