Frailty of Life

Posted: April 2, 2014 in Poems

There is nothing like a child
One that falls asleep on your chest
Your progeny, your soul, your life
You dare to breath, don’t wake them

You feel their lungs rise and fall
The blessed beating of their heart
Skin so soft, scent so fresh
Nothing compares to having kids

You were once an individual
Now you evolved into much more
Your life has metamorphed for good
Into something profound and wonderous

In an unquestioning blink of the eye,
You would give your life for them
Their frailty, innocence, and love
There is nothing like a child

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Comments
  1. ooo yes! Sometimes I may rail against the loss of my single life and free time. But ultimately I love my son and my marvelous husband. well said!

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