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a wondrous creature

by Michele Schottelkorb

a wondrous creature
this child, just three
how in the world was
she bestowed upon me?

wake up in the morning
"mama, i'm hungry"
beautiful blue eyes
search my soul; they find me

we rise from our slumber
this toddler and me
kisses and hugs
more comfort, you see

"please read me a book"
my daughter, she pleads
porcelain skin, like her mom
my heart bleeds

a genius, this little one
her mind like a fox
amuses herself
be it a crayon or a box

twilight, it approaches
much to my dismay
my angel, she says
"mommy, have a nice day!"

off to work i go
thoughts of my love in my head
my precious little audrey
daddy puts her to bed

in through the door
i see her sleeping
my beautiful baby
my heart just keeps weeping

i miss my baby
want all my time with her
this beautiful child
my precocious little daughter

i'll be here, my baby
when you do awake
and into my arms
you i shall take...

03/12/2003

Author's Note: for my daughter, my other true love...

Posted on 03/14/2003
Copyright © 2024 Michele Schottelkorb

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/14/03 at 04:58 PM

awww, you understand that beauty has a special kind of soft pain associated with it, when so intense it can approaching aching. i love this poem... (and can't wait to have little ones myself, to be honest :) )

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/27/05 at 02:11 PM

this is incredibly heart wrenching, and who would not feel loved or welcomed or secure in your embrace, even a beam of light?

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