Treasure Island

Kim Hoolihan


My first Grandchild, Jazmin


When you were born my heart skipped a beat,
You were perfect from you're head to you're feet.
Those huge dark eyes, and silky skin.
A mass of hair,
A beauty beyond compare.
When I held you I lost my breath.
So precious.
I was so proud.
The happiest person alive.
I was up on a cloud, couldn't sleep that night,
Woke the next morning filled with excitement, delight.
I spun through the day thinking of you.
Every minute, every hour, every way.
It was a different love that is hard to explain,
A deep fast love, like an unstoppable train.
Jazz you gave me such joy.
Those moments so precious.
I still see you in those first minutes of your life.
I still feel you in my heart.
I wrap it in my soul, and treaure the feeling forever.
I love you so very much baby girl.
My love will be forever here.
I hope that someday I will have that moment again.

Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2009

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  • David Harris (9/24/2009 11:53:00 AM)

    Kim, I remember my first grandchild and my first great grandchild. They were quite magical moments.. Top marks for this and thank you for sharing it with us. Though I must say having met you, you do not look like a grandmother. Too young.
    Hugs David (Report) Reply

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