Saturday, September 15, 2012

daughter

here are a couple of cinquains I wrote while my wife was pregnant with our little girl



Apple
Beautiful, small.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Dancing in your mother's middle.
My Love.



Tap tap
Subtle contact.
Was that a hand, a foot?
My heart skips a beat, tears draw near.
My Love.


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