
Welcome little one your mother is now complete
The child’s first breath, loud
mother crying with pure pride
pain now forgotten
About the Creator
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❤️




Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.