New Parents Poem by Victoria Horn
New Parents
Tired eyes keep on searching
For the newborn cure
Never knowing what's truly wrong
Can't ever be too sure
Bottles and blankets
Scattered through the house
Learning to speak softly
Quiet as a mouse
Early hours of the morning
Slumping down the stairs
Baby is ready for breakfast
A pot of coffee ready to share.
No it isn't easy
Raising a child
Kick back and enjoy the ride
It only lasts a little while.
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