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
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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.