My Child
My precious little angel sent from above,
You have brought to my life unconditional love.
With those ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes,
The smallest of ears and the tiniest nose.
Your angelic face filled with innocence anew,
With those big and beautiful eyes of blue.
Your little pursed lips so perfectly placed,
These memories of you cannot be replaced.
~jeb
05-11-2013
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Alone | 1 | 03/07/2012 |
| My Child | 1 | 03/07/2012 |
| Mystery | 0 | 03/07/2012 |
| Free | 0 | 03/07/2012 |
| My Chamber | 2 | 09/24/2010 |
| Words of Love | 1 | 09/24/2010 |
| Deliver Unto Hell | 0 | 10/28/2009 |
| Looking Glass | 0 | 10/28/2009 |
| Time | 0 | 10/28/2009 |
| Impressions | 2 | 10/28/2009 |
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