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New Born

shaun simpson on Aug 5, 2009
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The first few days of life are some of the most magical of all.

 

A smile even if fluctuant inspired

erases a thousand tears.

 

The grasp of a finger as he squeezes

comfort with his tiny grab-stick hand.

Wandering eyes try to fixate on the future

Drawn to the light,

Fluttering butterfly concentration

Swamped by unknown experience.

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  • Uma Shankari on Aug 5, 2009

    Nice

  • Stickinthemud on Aug 5, 2009

    That’s really good, Shaun. I remember the first days of my nephew, what a feeling.

    I think the word you’re looking for is ‘flatulance’ not ‘fluctuant’… lol.

    I think it could be a little longer at the opening, to let us know what’s happening. Other than that, really good job.

  • Stick on Aug 5, 2009

    Oh,… by the way,… the title actually works as one compound word.

  • lh on Aug 5, 2009

    a womans’ creation

    a miracle

    the first one ever

  • Shawn O on Aug 31, 2009

    Nice poem. There’s no greater gift than a child.

  • Jane Jane on Sep 17, 2009

    magical indeed. life is oh so precious.

  • Emma Green on Sep 17, 2009

    I remember the firsrt few days of when my son was born. Purely magical and very hard to describe how it feels when they grip so tight onto your finger with their whole hand!!! Great poem

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