You make me look stupid
Losing my composure
I am privileged having
You, that I am sure…
Your magnanimity
Can not be measured
It makes the stars to
Lose their cynosure.
Hotter than the Sun
It is my pleasure
Holding a beautiful soul
Covered from exposure
By a spotless nascent skin
Fresh and soft in texture;
Nothing beats the feeling
Cuddling my own treasure.
Vinzpoetry 
Very well written! Reminds me of the birth of my son 36 yrs ago when the nurse placed him in my arms for the first time and he opened his eyes and stuck out his tongue at me.
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Every word you typed just played a movie in my head why I was reading this.
Life is beautiful and more beautiful from cradle.
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I agree! Thankfully I’m getting to relive the memory of my son’s birth with my granddaughter who is now 17 months old.
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Wow
Time has no brakes…
Soon you will be talking of a greatgrandChild
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hopefully in about 20 yrs. :)
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Just a stone throw from today
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So beautifully written!
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Thank you Mariam. You must be a mother
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