Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

The Way He Looks at Her

 I've seen that look before,
That's the way he looks at me.
Now I know for sure,
He's in love with her I see.


I don't know who could blame him,
She's a beauty in everyway.
I didn't know I'd feel like this,
Seeing him this way.


I hope she comes to know,
How special his love is,
All I see is happiness,
In those eyes of his.


That's the way he looks at me
Now that's the way he looks at her.
                                              I'm the luckiest girl in the whole wide world
Cause we're both in love
With our baby girl!
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Monday, April 2, 2012

Sweet Babies Like You

(Inspired by the song "A Woman Like You" by Lee Brice)




My heels would see more nightlife.
We would have way more date nights.

We'd spend more time in Mexico.
Travel all over the globe.

We would get a lot more sleep.
And make love without having to sneak.

I would get to read more books.
Wouldn't get as many rolled eyed looks.

My bikini wouldn't reveal stretch marks.
Wouldn't know the name of all those parks.

Never would have heard of a Bumbo,
Boba, Boppy, or Diono.

I would enjoy more Margaritas
Saturdays with my senoritas.

I would get to pee alone.
Our house would be cleaner I know,

But everyday with just us two
We'd be praying for sweet babies like you

I do kind of miss my shoes,
But I love to follow your cues.

I never read that many books.
I can handle all the crazy looks.

I love carrying you in the Boba
And enjoy prenatal yoga.

Pretty proud of my stretch marks.
Love watching you play at the park.

Who needs sleep anyway?
I wouldn't trade a single day.

Everyday is something new.
Life's amazing with sweet babies like you.

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Friday, February 17, 2012

The Storm

I awake in the dark of night.
Am I alone? I don’t feel right.
I take a deep breath and catch the sweet scent
Of both him and her which was my intent.
I know I am safe but some comfort won’t hurt.
I stir and I whimper and reach for her shirt.
She wraps me up and pulls me in close.
This is where I like to be most.
I take a gulp and get a taste of
All I wanted, my mother’s love.
And then I feel a strong, warm hand
Placed on my back, right on demand.
Daddy’s here, too, and we’re together and warm
Drifting back to sleep, safe from the storm. Pin It
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