Kaila George

(20 October 1962 / New Zealand)

The First Time


The first time I touched his small little hands

It was exquisite to the touch

Such soft sweet little hands...I smiled with mother pride

The first time I lay his tiny little feet to my mouth

My senses were reeling with the delicate little feet

Then I lay claim to those eyes...big wonderful almond shaped eyes

There was laughter as he stared right back at me...then from that

To an aching love that only a small child could give

With an unconditinal love, I touched his delicate skin

Lovingly I caressed the wonder of my boy

My tiny...Little...Wonderful boy.... ooh what joy

©Kaila George 2013

Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

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  • Kevin Patrick (2/27/2013 10:23:00 AM)

    Heartfelt Kaila, such a touching poignant expression of the joys of being a young parent, and looking into that child and hoping but the best for them, a truly lovely read, it portrayed a scene of true tender joy. (Report) Reply

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