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Amalyn
16 April, 2008
Author: RinRin

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Life sprung from a womb closed
to the harsh harsh world.
A beautiful body, naked, pure,
special and connected to my heart.
I deliver her to a cold, loud Earth,
and she cries, and she squirms,
and I cry happy tears.
She is mine.
Her tiny hands gripping mine,
her tiny heart beating fast.
I am in love...
With my darling Amalyn.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Tarna (75.16.254.31) -- Monday, April 21 2008, 03:23 pm

Children

Our children are such a rare gift. With a mother's tender love the harshness of the world will soften. Beautiful write.
Terrye* (67.187.237.233) -- Sunday, April 27 2008, 12:38 am

Fallin' In Love all over Again!!

RinRin, this is absolutely Lovely---

Mothers hold their children's Hands for a short while, But...their Hearts Forever!!

thank you for sharin' the thoughts of your heart towards your precious Jewel with us---

Congratulations!!God Bless Your lil family--
 
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