Sweet Baby Born
By
Lisa A.Williams
Fair haired, blued eyed
generations in you.
The scent, sweet baby born
of my daughter, lingers
in the soft feel of your being.
Without a word, love was born
when I held you and felt as if
I were holding her once again
Oh, there is something so wonderful about holding a little baby. So much potential in one small little being.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Mary, so much potential in them.. and they are so easy to love.. so pure.
ReplyDeletethere is little like the feel of holding new life in your hands...i love the smell as well...ha....wonderful capture....
ReplyDeletesuch tender verses!
ReplyDeletea child, no matter how grown up, will always be a child in the parents' eyes. :)
So easy to relate to this. Lovely!!
ReplyDeleteA new beginning that requires special handling, but brings a lifetime of great joy.
Beautiful poem.
Three generations connected strongly with an unbreakable bond.
ReplyDeleteHeart-warming. :)
ReplyDeleteAww! Congratulations Lisa! Hugs!
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone!
ReplyDeleteNice write filled with love.
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