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2010 Poetry Theme Challenges#Welcome to the World... |
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Its no great secret I will be a grandma in the next few weeks when my son's first child makes an appearance.
So this is a challenge with a difference. I am asking for poems not just to post on the site but to make into
a one off book of poetry to give to both the baby and parents. Both parents-to-be love poetry and I just want
to make this a something little different to the usual silver plate beaker. I will need a release note even
for a one-off print, copyright of course remains with you the poet. In advance I thank you all Jem XXXX |
Welcome to the World...
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Maryse AchongSweet babe I pray your world will be One in which love will reign supreme, A cocoon of security. Sweet babe I pray your world will be One where you’ll always be happy, And where you will be free to dream. Sweet babe I pray your world will be One in which love will reign supreme. ----- Welcome Welcome, welcome little one, Waiting time at long last done, You were loved before you came, Long before you had a name. Little mouth and little nose, Little fingers, little toes Eyes as bright as shining stars Papa handing out cigars! (or chocolates) Baby clothes and booties too, In white, lemon, pink or blue Such a precious little face, Mem’ries time will not erase. Home now filled with baby scents, Smiles and coos, all big events, Lots of photographs to show, Basking in the afterglow. back to list |
Divena CollinsThere was two kids who dwelt on fun Who did not tell what they had done, A well kept secret, never let out No one should know what its about. The silent two were known by name Mischief makings their claim to fame, Something is lost and cant be found The atmosphere is quite spellbound. You bet your life the family tree Had no warning that this would be A broken trinket now hidden away `Twas all in one piece yesterday. It may seem strange you will agree If it wasnt them who could it be You may think your kids are saints Beware when they open emulsion paint.  ----- Byrdes Of A Feather A miniature image of me, when young I was looking back at me for a while. But wait then a hint of her father, His hair, his frown, when she wept For a moment it was he when young I was looking at him as she slept. Images repeatedly return to us Families forever looking the same Like father like mother so they say It`s all there in the genetic frame. And so on it goes with each generation Looking almost the same as the last, What we now inherit for the future Has all been once before in the past.  back to list |
Maryse Achongnaptime music springs squeak in rhythm but the glider's out of tune steady tempo granny sets the cadence for a baby-bottom drum hypnotised sleepy ole MacGranny sings - while cows quack and ducks moo back to list |
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