Thursday, February 19, 2015

I Miss Her Comments

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I Miss her all the time,
Her tender body clung to mine,
With tear dew'd eyes, her looking at me,
Her soft, slender fingers poking my tummy.
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Khairul Ahsan
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Khairul Ahsan 26 February 2015

@Jeannette Heywood, Thanks for reading my poem and commenting on it. I am much inspired.

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Jeannette Heywood 26 February 2015

This is a very touching poem. Your little grand daughter will cherish this when she is older.

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Khairul Ahsan 21 February 2015

@Lyn Paul Thanks a lot for reading my poem and sharing your thoughts. Now that I have a granddaughter to be around with, a home without a baby in it would seem a barren desert. Much appreciate your comment.

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Khairul Ahsan 21 February 2015

@Kim Barney, Thanks for reading my poem and sharing your thoughts. She is my only grandchild, about six months old now. The immense love and affection that I feel for her, I didn't feel for my three children. I am glad that my feelings expressed through this poem have touched other hearts across the globe.

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Kim Barney 21 February 2015

Very touching. I haven't seen any of my seventeen grandchildren for over a year now, and I do miss them. Thanks for sharing this with us.

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Khairul Ahsan 21 February 2015

@Rajnish Manga, Thanks a lot for your appreciative comments on my poem. That leaves me much inspired.

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Khairul Ahsan 21 February 2015

@Sandra Feldman, Thanks for appreciating this poem so beautifully! Much inspired.

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Khairul Ahsan 21 February 2015

@The Princess, Thanks for the sweet, appreciative words. I am so glad that my words and feelings reached across the globe.

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Lyn Paul 19 February 2015

Just the silence I imagine and no baby belongings around would be difficult. A baby is so much joy to watch. Expressed beautifully. Thank You

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Rajnish Manga 19 February 2015

You have disarmed us all. It is such a lovely poem. We can empathize with you missing her joyful presence. Before going, she sang her songs / Through her cries for love / My home is now empty without her / Though she was our tiniest member.

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Sandra Feldman 19 February 2015

How very sweet and tender, Sensitive hearts to this poem, Will without a doubt surrender. Loved it.!

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