Poem written in 2000 when my youngest daughter was pregnant with her first baby

Emily

Emily visited us that day,

a dreamy hot afternoon.

We sat among pots of Geranium

while the Honeybees hummed their tune.

Marigolds danced in the gentle breeze

which carried the Roses perfume

as we sipped Orange Squash and remembered the past,

one beautiful day in June.

Her brown eyes glowed with motherhood

as her unborn child quietly grew

and we talked of names and labour pains -

too quickly those short hours flew.

Now through the winter frosts

her son at last in her arms,

she longs for the coming of spring

to show him natures charms.

[sylvi]

What can i say except it is beautiful.xxxx

[Trulyfedup]

I love it, what a beautiful poem...just right up my street...I might send you one of mine when brave. Your writing is lovely you clever lady. Maryx

[lorann]

So lovely.

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You are all so appreciative, it's a pleasure to show them to you. Mary, I'd love to read one of yours. If you're not brave enough to put it on the forum, send it to me in a private message.

Kath xxx