THE YOU

THE YOU

A Poem by Intothemilkyway

Fair skin like the snow
Roseish cheeks like a rose
Small eyes deep like the sky
Long nails like an adult

So beautiful and yet so small.
A creature of god with his divine protection.
And you grew up to be so intelligent and so wonderful.
Just like the rose you bloomed perfectly.
And with thorns so thick around protecting you.

© 2019 Intothemilkyway


Author's Note

Intothemilkyway
This is a little description of how i was when i was born said by my mother.
Plus just added some things to make it more interesting. Doesn't mean it's not true i just wanted to make it more of a beautiful description.

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There is nothing like the awesomeness of being handed your newborn baby. Tiny and delicate, I remember well the day my premature daughter was born. Such a little bundle of precious joy. You took me back there with your lovely lines and I thank you for that.

Chtis

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Intothemilkyway

4 Years Ago

That is really wonderful. Iam delighted to hear such thing. For mothers their children are the most.. read more
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

They certainly are :)



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There is nothing like the awesomeness of being handed your newborn baby. Tiny and delicate, I remember well the day my premature daughter was born. Such a little bundle of precious joy. You took me back there with your lovely lines and I thank you for that.

Chtis

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Intothemilkyway

4 Years Ago

That is really wonderful. Iam delighted to hear such thing. For mothers their children are the most.. read more
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

They certainly are :)

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Added on October 20, 2019
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Intothemilkyway
Intothemilkyway

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