Babies Poem by Phil Soar

Babies



The small hand in mine
Perfect fingers in miniature
The form and sensitive feel is so touching
So delicate I have to dry a tear
As that hand in mine announces birth
And fills the heart with love.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: birth
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