The New Baby

by Christopher Wry   Jul 27, 2009


The joys of sleepless
nights, unending diaper
changes, worrying what is next

Tormenting ever body
with endless pictures,and you
have a figure again

A/N form is Sedoka and is written for a friend

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  • 15 years ago

    by Daisy if you do

    Oh the joys of motherhood. They do grow up so fast and I know I tormented a few with pictures as mine were growing. Glad that someone else got their figure back as I never achieved that again. lol
    Wonderful poem, you always do justice to your subject and style.

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