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First Child
Oh, the joys of being a mother
To bear a child of your own
To look into their innocent eyes,
For the first time
Holding them to you,
Feeling their heartbeat against your own
The small yet subtle changes;
You watch before your very eyes
The moment you realize
You have never loved like this before
Motherhood cannot be understood,
By one who is not a mother
I have never dreamed up such a happiness as this
The swell of my heart,
When I look down upon his innocence
The roundness of his gorgeous face;
His beautiful brown eyes
The smiles and the giggles;
The coos and the squeels
He’s mine; this beautiful creature,
In which I have created
Oh, the joys I will feel,
When he takes his first step.
Oh, the tears I shall shed,
On his first day of independence
How I will miss his first breath,
His smile, his first kiss on my cheek
Days will fly by,
And he’ll disappear before my eyes
Into a world of his own,
To conquer and behold
So many tears, I have not yet shed
So many fears, which have not yet been met
