a wondrous creature by Michele Schottelkorba 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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