in Birth Poems
In the wee hours of morn,
A miracle took place when my daughter was born
With coal black hair and rosy cheeks and eyes that sparkled blue.
I live in a small town in Illinois. Work full time as a cnc machine set-up technician. I have 2 children. My daughter is 22 and my son will soon be 4. I had them 18 years apart. I also have a 4 month old granddaughter.
Wow. That is deep. And you nailed it. It's been a year for me, and you explained my pain.
This poem hits home in so many ways. My son is 4. His father walked out on us a year ago. I also had a poem published on here, Shattered Lives. I know the pain. I know the heartbreak. I know how it feels to look at your son and hurt for him too. I feel like he has been cheated too. A year almost to the day and the scars run very deep. I still cry every single day. I notice your poem was written in 2009. I hope you have since found peace and happiness.