My Child
Tiny hands that cling,
yet hold the weight of fate,
eyes that pierce the dawn,
as if they know the world.
I press you to my chest,
your heartbeat drums in mine,
the silence bends and breaks,
a kingdom stirs to life.
Your cry cuts through the night,
like thunder in the void,
it marks the start of all,
a fire that will not fade.
Each step you choose to take,
will echo into stone,
and I will guard your path,
with strength that will not fall.
Though shadows stretch and loom,
I stand, I will not yield,
a fortress made of blood,
to shield you from the storm.
Now as you sleep in peace,
the crown of dreams is yours,
my child, my living truth,
the reason I am whole.
And as I hold you close,
a proud daddy thanks his lucky star ⭐
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Like I said before there is nothing better than a newborn or any baby to bring out the good in moms and dads. Great job.
Aww, the closing line made my heart melt :-)
Baby is my heart's worth.