And when the little cherub rests his wee bit o' head on my shoulders... I smell a sunny, green meadow chockablock with flowers galore. It feels as if all is well with the world, just like it should be. Just like it is in his dreams.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Absolute bliss
And when the little cherub rests his wee bit o' head on my shoulders... I smell a sunny, green meadow chockablock with flowers galore. It feels as if all is well with the world, just like it should be. Just like it is in his dreams.
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That's exactly it, isn't it? You're so lucky to be able to get your fill of baby feet, baby tummy, baby smiles...I could go on and on. It's so special to be an auntie.
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Pondside, oh yes, it is so so special a feeling... To wrap my arms around the bundle of joy!
ReplyDeleteRajnish, couldn't agree more my friend.
I love photos of babies! They are so cute. Soon, you will play with him and talk to him about your love of poetry. You will share beautiful moments. A real aunt. An important person in his life! That’s wonderful.
ReplyDeleteCeline, such a beautiful thought! I cannot wait for him to start talking! Thank you so much for your kind words.
ReplyDeleteI wish some day some one makes perfumes that would smell like babies :)
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