Michael J ORourke2


Conor - Poem by Michael J ORourke2

They warned me, Conor - of that newborn paternal pride
Pushing friends, family, work - and even frivolity aside.
I laughed and said that life would go on
With yet another dimension to muse upon
But to hold you in my arms this spring day
With snow and clouds beckoning winter to stay
Summons synonyms of ecstasy and joy
A new life on my lap - my Eight Pound Two Ounce Boy!

Topic(s) of this poem: child


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 3, 2015



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