~~ A poem I wrote,,,when my daughter was born...docs were apprehensive me being an epileptic...but God was kind...she is flawless...she gave birth to a Mom in me :) Miracle From Above... For Gods sake hold your tongue, and let me love, or chide my palsy, or my gout, as you wail and seek my nipple about. Holding you to my bosom close, as you suck with wanton, satiety and hunger, admiring your blessed face, Ill thank Him infinitely for days. Only three decades past, I took birth just like you, with convulsions and tremors galore. Palsy in my brain, a heart full of pain, visits by a shrink or two, with pills not so few is how my life flew. Palsy, my second soul, shall be eternally by my side like gout which slipped in, due to failed attempts to be slim. But, you, my little one, are a miracle from above, defying science, free from palsy, enveloped in love. So for Gods sake hold your tongue, and bear my convulsion, which your innocence shall surpass to taste the sweet nectar from my bosom and my heart.
Posted on: Sat, 10 May 2014 20:03:24 +0000