Hey, little one, don’t be coy, Take that alpha step, my boy. You’re luxuriating in my womb, Can’t stay, it’s not a catacomb. You do know what tomorrow is? I thought not; for that day is his. Didn’t think you’d bring a gift, Hopefully focused on your super-shift. So, I got you a present for your dad. Only delivered after birth, I should add. See, you shouldn’t really stay, Best you join us on Father’s Day. I don’t know why...

  For all her infant life and some way beyond, Jane hated the sea. It was always there in all its forms lapping gently at the rocky shores of Clyth, like some friendly faithful dog, or giving a harvest as generous as a fertile field. Yet Jane believed that below that heaving surface lurked a vicious devil-form that worked with the winds that came howling out of the north to produce mountainous waves that crashed and roare...

My special tiny oneDoctors helped you growLooking at you made me smileYour growth was a bit slowTaken to intensive careYou slept in an incubatorThere were many prayersLots of good indicatorsMany months at the hospitalLots of medical proceduresSo precious and very littleA tiny fighter who was eagerYou were sent from up aboveWe love you each dayYour life will be filled with loveWe continue to prayNow you're regular sizeWe t...

When you're pregnant you repeat the same cliche over and over. I don't care if it's a boy or girl, I just want a healthy baby. A cliche, but a true one. Luckily my first son was born healthy. Son number two encountered some problems on the way into the world. Thankfully they were managed and we got to take him home.At first all appeared fine. After a few years some symptoms began to emerge. He looked like the poster child...

Life is a Miracle. A droplet of white  Fertilized a red substance,  The result is him!! He found everything  All that we see around!! The good and The evil!! The best and The worst!! He belived himself He is the creator!! Then comes Loka Maya  She said it is all a dream!! All that he see would vanish once That includes him!! All that is vanished would  reappear again!! The only thing  He can expect out of life  is The une...

Children are so excited for Christmas Day The countdown has officially started Santa will be embarking on his sleigh The children hope Santa is bigheartedAre they on the naughty or nice list They’re hoping they have made the cut The older Children wonder if he exists This makes them anxious in their gutsThey’re acting all sweet and nice Listening to what their parents say Hoping their wants are not too overpriced Being re...

I looked at the newborn So tiny she was A little over five pounds brand new Big blue eyes And a cute little nose Lungs as strong as could be How can something so loud Come from this tiny thing My movement caught her eyes And she stopped and stared my way Then her mouth broke into a big grin It make my heart flip to see this Gas the nurse said as she went by Nope she smiled I was sure Laughing at the fact she could get awa...

Amber pulled out her cellphone and tapped the number one key. The silence in World History class was broken by the wail of a police siren, while his cellphone vibrated. Bruce didn't need to look at the screen, he just stood up and announced to the teacher he had to leave. He headed to Amber's class and she was standing at the doorway leaning on Barbie's shoulder. She gave Bruce a hug upon his arrival and together they slo...

She is as fine as vintage wine and as sweet as a Georgia peach She was picked at the moment of perfection under the Watchful eye and God's direction. Then she was sent here to earth, given to me by natural birth. He said: this is my gift to you -she will be with you your whole life through She is more precious than diamonds and gold And your love for her will never grow old and will not tarnish or fade For her heart is li...

When does a poem begin  And where does it end? Does it swoop down like a breeze  To swirl around the ankles  Of a pubescent girl  With knock knees? Is it there the seed begins? Does it shiver  In the pit of her groin  At the whisper of him near?After months, just short of nine,  Does it unsheathe its face  And gasp for air  As it cries out  With the induced pain  Of a man’s hand? How many words does it collect  And discar...

In the darkness never showing Couldn’t see her heart was growing Still not formed no way of knowing When she’d show up at my door. In the darkness she did leave me Sorrow, guilt and loss did weave me A blanket full of love to give thee Baby who I’d see no more. Lost inside me thorns devour All my love I’ve lost the power Memories of that darkest hour Cut me to my deepest core. Now again a chance I’m given Scared beyond be...

This is the story surrounding the beginning of my family. I was born and raised in Central Massachusetts. My wife was born in Germany and came to this country as a displaced person from World War II. We grew up around the corner from each other and went to school together. I never dated her until I came back from serving my country during the Vietnam War. We got married on June 5, 1970, in a small Quaker Meeting House. My...

A Children's Moon displayed today, upon a canvas bright and blue, not a cloud in the sky to see, the only thing on exhibit, you Mr. Moon. Showing yourself in the brightness of day, for children who would usually be asleep in their beds, when you appear at night. Eyes wide, mouth round, look of surprise upon your oval face. Not a frown, as I would expect from you, being up so early. You appear almost translucent to me, bot...

When a child is brought into this human race . Innocent, totally pure, body, mind and soul.Beliefs, adulterated by others, having to face.Impressionable, without any damage control.Accepting propaganda, becoming a safe place. Expectations of others soon, they have to learn.Recognition, not reservation, now made the rule. Signs of rebellion, will cause their butt to burn. Pain enforcing dominance, exceptionally cruel.Feeli...

I had her name traced above my heart Cupped my belly, feeling the spark Within, I felt the beat of life, the echo of her cry Her breath a butterfly Brushing the cobwebs from the grave with her wing Oh you precious thing And she, oh she had his name tattooed on her wrist Delicate letters, a secret script A reminder of what is precious, and what is not And hearing that, I smiled and thought Of all the songs he used to sing...