Tales of a Wandering Soul
Thursday, September 23, 2010
My Baby
Pitter-patter of tiny feet
Sound like a musical beat
I listen to them all day and night
And cherish my baby by my side.
I listen to my baby's coos
And I admire him in his sleep
I let motherhood wash over me
As I surrender to its love in defeat.
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