BABY
As I sit here holdin’ my Baby
I wonder what she’s thinkin’
She turns her head at the
Sights, at the smells
and the sounds that startle her soul.
She giggles and coos
when I make silly sounds,
then screams like a siren
just the same.
I show her my love
with hugs and kisses alike.
She shows me her love with
Giglles,
Cuddles
&
Drool.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| WHEN I'M SAD | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| A WALK | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| AT... | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| Maggie's 1st. Birthday | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| FREEDOM | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| Giggle giggle gaggle goo | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| BIRDS (Haiku 4) | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| RAIN (Haiku 3) | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| SUNRISE (Haiku 2) | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| SMILE (Haiku) | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| BLANK | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| THE WAY LIFE IS | 0 | 10/13/2009 |
| I LIKE THE SUMMERS | 0 | 10/13/2009 |
| BABY EAGLE | 0 | 10/13/2009 |
| LOVE WITHOUT THE HATE | 1 | 10/13/2009 |
| ME | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| LIFE | 1 | 10/07/2009 |
| BABY | 0 | 06/26/2009 |
| HE MADE YOU | 0 | 06/26/2009 |
| MY VALENTINE | 1 | 06/26/2009 |
| SIGHT | 0 | 06/26/2009 |
| WAVES | 1 | 10/16/2009 |
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