"The New Days"
The pain and screaming
The anticipation...
The nervous energy
The brief labor of agony,
with heightened senses,
gives way to the soft sounds
of tiny whimpering
The commitment of two
becomes three
Her tiny hands and feet,
the most beautiful sight,
our angel offspring
Our hearts connected
in a collective soul
The turning of a new leaf
Our lives blooming
under the warm sun
of the new days.
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The New Days
PoetryThe "new" days of parenthood and the joys in discovery of a family.
