Cautious hands cradle a fragile creature,
Which solo grew in its vessel for many months.
A child was born and above all others this child, by its creator is loved.
An assertive pragmatist with a passion for education, poetry, wild life, music, truth and humanity's improvement.
birth, life, love, motherhood, poem, Poetry
July 3, 2016 at 00:58
How do you do this? Where does this come from, man… I get so excited every time you post.
September 13, 2016 at 16:43
I happy someone does. 😜
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