Strength of my loins
\nI remember when you were first placed in my arms
\nI couldn\u2019t get enough of you
\nI could never get tired of staring at you
\nThe perfumed smell of your talcum powder
\nThe oil liberally spread on your most shiny cape of hair
\nI admired your beautiful pink toes. All ten of them
\nI oohed and ahhhed over your exquisitely formed pink fingers
\nThe nails so tiny and pink
\nI kissed the soles of your feet ,over and over again
\nI held you to my heart
\nAnd our hearts beat, as one
\nIn the sweet unison
\nOf mother and child
\nI was amazed that you had found your way, into my life
\nI was awed, that you chose to grace my house hold, with your sweet presence
\nThe love I felt, the love, I still feel
\nCannot adequately be expressed in words
\nNay
\nThere are no words to convey the depth of the love, I have, I feel for you
\nMy heart beats for you, little one
\nI try to peep at the future. I know one day
\nI\u2019ll have to let you go
\nI shudder to think.I cannot bear it
\nMy mind comes back to the present
\nThe bundle sucking so tenderly at my breasts
\nThe nipples you hold.. Between your
\nOh so beautifully sculptured pink lips
\nAnd your tenacity at ensuring all the milk you can possibly drink, comes out!
\nI adjust you slightly when you\u2019re done suckling
\nTo ensure you burp
\nYou eyes look into mine,sated
\nSure and secure in the love, I radiate
\nI love you, so much it hurts, little one
\nI love you so much, I catch my breath, sharply, when your eyes meet mine
\nI love you, my baby
\nStrength of my loins
\nTogether, no challenge is insurmountable
\nNo mountain too high, to climb
\nYour eyes close slowly, after your meal
\nI rock you. Cooing softly
\nAll too soon, your eyes close in sleep
\nYour total shutdown, in lalaland<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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