This is a repost/revision of an old poem that still makes me smile. The "baby" in question is almost seven, but the sentiments remain the same.
I've often thought that the power of the poem often lands at the end and so you could start your next one with "always his arms".
I like that idea!
Oooh cool idea!
Ahh the strength of arms isn’t how much they can lift but how well they hold. Beautiful piece of art!
Thank you so much, David. I agree 💛.
beautiful.....happy valentine's day....enduring love.
Thank you, Mom! 😊
What a beautiful, tender poem - that last stanza slays me (in the good way)!
Thank you, Lisa 💛. It’s an old poem at this point, but I still feel every bit of it, and it was lovely to revise it.
True love
😊 I think so too, and am so grateful.
stunning as usual!
Thank you so much, A.A.! 😊
I've often thought that the power of the poem often lands at the end and so you could start your next one with "always his arms".
I like that idea!
Oooh cool idea!
Ahh the strength of arms isn’t how much they can lift but how well they hold. Beautiful piece of art!
Thank you so much, David. I agree 💛.
beautiful.....happy valentine's day....enduring love.
Thank you, Mom! 😊
What a beautiful, tender poem - that last stanza slays me (in the good way)!
Thank you, Lisa 💛. It’s an old poem at this point, but I still feel every bit of it, and it was lovely to revise it.
True love
😊 I think so too, and am so grateful.
stunning as usual!
Thank you so much, A.A.! 😊