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.
Memories are all that's left of the love we used to know.
Memories of happier times now seem so long ago.
What started out as friendship grew into so much more.
I’m 13 years old, going on 14, and this happened to me. My boyfriend broke up with me. We go to school together, and he’s in all of my classes. When I see him, all I want to do is just tell...
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.