by Dawn Ellis Cantrell May 21, 2005
category :
Life, society /
other
A newborn baby is like a fresh bloomed rose. It has the sweetest hands and the cutest toes. When his father holds him in arms, he holds carefully fear of harm. The most gracious father holding his precious son. The happiness day in his life. It is a big part of the husband and wife.As the big blue eyes that start to peek, a slow teardrop falls from {daddy's} blushed cheek. As he looks into the baby's eyes, he see's a form of a daddy's dad in sight.His daddy always says it will be happiest thing to ever happen to him. I hope is watching from heaven above. I know he proud. Me his only son came carry the name..Another link to the family tree......Dawn |
Thanks for the input. I am new at actually letting others read my poems. |
by Megann
Really great poem .. the only thing i would suggest it ... having it in lines like : |