It's spring and we're celebrating new life, the cherry blossoms are turning pink, the daffs are singing in the wind and new buds are bursting from every plant. And two of our members are having precious baby girls.
Trees turn pink to celebrate baby girls being born |
There has been a series of 18 posts in 18 days: a Virtual Mother Blessing for two of our members with 2013 babies.
I am the last to post. Last but not least, I hope.
My gift is a poem written in the dead of night, when trying to get my baby back to sleep (at least night wakings are useful for something ;-)
*****
Precious Hands
You'll never have hands so small again
Perfectly formed, so full of flesh
Grasping mine tightly, pure innocence
You'll never have a body so small again
Pudgy limbs, cuddled in my arms
Pudgy limbs, cuddled in my arms
You'll never have skin so soft again
Thrilling my senses, my favourite cushion
Nuzzling and rubbing, orgasmic flesh
You'll never have hair so fine again
Smoother than silk, who needs scissors
Blowing in the breeze, like dandelion seeds
You'll never need me as much again
Disturbed from sleep, in pain or fear
Disturbed from sleep, in pain or fear
Clinging for dear life, adrift in time
You'll never want me so much again
Irish
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Here's all the other bloggers taking part:
Mind the Baby
Wonderful Wagon
That Curious Love of Green
Debalicious
My Internal World
Awfully Chipper
Go Dad Go
The Dare Project
The Clothesline
Dreaming Aloud
Kate Takes 5
Ouch My Fanny Hurts
Pomp
Musings of a Hostage-Mother
Wholesome Ireland
My post cryptically carries the letter M.
4 comments:
Tears! What a gorgeous gorgeous gift to give the girls xxxx
The thoughts of a mother watching her baby in the middle of the night is a fitting end to the blog march! The poem and images are really beautiful.
So beautiful I've a lump in my throat reading it, very moving.
Stop making me cry!
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