The Bond

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I have only written two poems about my baby girl, because I want them to be special to me, yet a good read, too.

The Bond

Across the way
a small sound is heard.
A beautiful sound....
even though she's crying.

Seeing his approach,
she walks away,
Leaving him and the little one 
confused.

No understanding,
no time to wonder why.
Mommy walks away
and Daddy arrives.

She begins to cry again....
it's so unfair.
Even this young, she knows.
Why can't they BOTH stay?

He takes her in his arms
Soothes her, kisses her tears
A moment later,
she smiles, forgetting it all....for now.

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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chasingshadows’s Poems (19)

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FEVER 1
Light 0
Sleep? 1
Could It Be? 1
Withdraw 1
Harvest 0
Visions 0
I 1
The Bond 0
Phoenix 0
Head Blossom 2
FOCUS 1
THUNDER 0
Breath 2
LIFE 0
the broken 0
Whispers 1
Tomorrow 0
Chasing Shadows 0