Treasure Island

scorpio rose


My Firstborn Child.


Brown curly hair
long fingers and toes
soft smooth beautiful
skin and a pink button
nose.

How beautiful, how tiny, is she really mine?
All these thoughts were going round in my
head all at one time!

I looked down at her looking up at me, i touched
her small cheek, i sng to her softly.

yes, i was young but i knew instantly, this small
precious thing was the best part of me.

I promise, i love you, i will be here everyday your
my firstborn child, you've made me this way.

my love will be with you untill my dying day.

Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012
Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012
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