From the second I found out that I was cradling you in my womb, I'd of given my life for you. I could feel you grow, feel you move, and feel you kick.
By Steph Turner5 years ago in Poets
I won’t always cry mummy, When you leave the room And my supermarket tantrums Will end too soon. I won’t always wake, daddy
One day, these little fingers that grasp around mine, won't be so tiny. Instead of wrapping around my finger, they will reach for my hand.
