I woke
I heard the cry
Could it be? Could it be?
Silently I crept down the stairs
Opened
The door
There you were, mother, on the bed
Flushed with sheer exhaustion
There, a baby
Brother
I was
The first to hold
You little man blue eyes
We had waited so long for you
And now
You were
Here in my arms warm little boy
I still a little child
We welcomed you
That night
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How sweet
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Thanks so much Sadje. Stupidly though, I didn’t see that it should only have been five lines. Duh.
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That’s fine I think.
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Beautiful..love this adorable poem 😊❤
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Thanks so much Mrishna xoxo
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Always welcome dear Lorraine xoxo
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Sweet story. Baby brothers are a mixed blessing but always remembered with joy.
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Hi Patricia. Sorty I didn’t stick to the five lines, as I didn’t see that bit. Duh! Thankyou for those nice words.
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Sometimes it’s challenging to say something in five lines. 😽
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I often do cinquains,which consist of five lines. But also I do mirror cinqyains and senyrus. The poem here consusts of mirror cinquains put into one poem. I guess I could have done a cinquain if I had actually seen the instryction about five lines, sadly, I do sometimes miss things through being blind. Smiles. Really sorry.
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