My baby born,
A new life starts,
A little girl,
To fill our hearts.
With staring eyes,
Bright and blue,
Taking in,
All sights new.
Your tiny hand,
Grips my finger tight,
Grabbing on,
With all your might.
In months to come,
You’ll start to walk,
Your gurgling voice,
Will learn to talk.
Your life will grow,
On each new day,
My guiding hand,
Will point the way.
#Poem #Poetry
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