Harry Haigh Poems

A first glimpse of a newborn child,
Adapting to a different life.
A baby's smiling, wordless sounds,
Responding to a parent's voice.
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I stood alone... you in your cot.
I rode the stars...you felt it not.
Your mind unable to comprehend,
Oblivious of my presence there.
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Snared within its spidery web,
Back and forth we gently sway,
Your little head upon my arm
Oblivious of the passing day,
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