In the soft glow of evening's light,
She rests, a vision, pure and bright.
Four weeks young, her presence a delight,
A blossoming bond, a love so right.
Weeks have passed, each day a gift,
As mother and daughter together drift.
In her gaze, I see reflections true,
A connection growing, between us two.
In her eyes, I see the wonder of the world,
A universe unfolding, tightly furled.
Each blink, a new discovery,
As she explores her newfound reality.
With each touch, with each caress,
I marvel at her tiny tenderness.
In her warmth, I find my place,
A mother's love, an endless embrace.
Four weeks young, yet already she's known,
The love that between us has grown.
In her gaze, I see the legacy clear,
A bond of love that draws us near.
"In Her Eyes," the chapter's name,
In the book of motherhood, its flame
Kindles anew with each passing day,
Guiding us gently on our way.
In the wonder of her gaze, love's story unfurls,
As a mother beholds her daughter, amidst life's swirls.
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Flowers of Resilience: Poetry for New Mothers
PoetryIn 'Flowers of Resilience: Poetry for New Mothers', journey through the tender moments and heartfelt reflections of a new mother as she navigates the transformative experience of parenthood. Through evocative poetry, each chapter chronicles the joys...
