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Hazel’s Diary: Veracious

The love mum pours on her
Makes me think, she goes far…

From her mum, she begins
Hazel my daughter wins

Slashing all that we shared
Including loving care…

Though it is between us
Since she came, I feel lost

But frankly speaking she
Lit up my soul within..

I get green with envy
Yet she is my baby

You need to see the force
She applies when she sucks…

Time flies, and it is true
Guess it ends as she chews

But until then she sucks
Voraciously like ducks

I love that between us
Not that I am jealous.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Two weeks

Whenever Hazel smiles
I rejoice, she is mine

Butterflies in my stomach
For, today; two weeks she marks

Being my precious child
And I just can not hide

The love of fatherhood
Join me light the camp wood…

Let’s blow and hang balloons
With her favorite cartoon..

As I celebrate her
Do not hiss or say ah…

Can’t wait to read aloud
Children stories that I have

All places we shall go to
Soon as she masters toes.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Baby Hazel

I can not forget in a hurry
Twenty fourth day of January
A day host of Angels came down
From heaven as millions of stars
Witnessed the birth of a great star
It was late hour, nine thirty eight
Baby Hazel had her first breath…

Just a week before she was born
I saw my Princess it was fun
In my sleep, just beside her mom
She revealed the wonders to come
While her skin glittered like a gold
Her pupils were not just love shaped
They were hazy, her names it showed

We were once two, now we are three
The reflection grows like a tree
She chose us, we didn’t choose her
Hence we are honored to have her
As a branch on the family tree
There is nothing more exciting
Than watching her grow everyday.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Talking to the unborn

Hello, what would you do for fun,
In few months time, you will be born
Now your heartbeats, sound so sweet
I’ve seen your kicks and summersaults
Can’t wait to hold your tiny hands
On your cradle, innocent glance.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Pregnancy line

When it rains, rainbows appear
When bumps come, something appears
It is a thick tiny dark mark
Vertically dividing the stomach

First it comes as a whitish line
And then begins to darken the line
How wonderful it is to say
A new life would be born someday

From linea alba to linea nigra
I kind of see a spiritual era
It was unnoticed some time ago
Until the bump began to grow

I was told; after birth it disappears
Could it be the path souls pass
Running from navel to pubic bone
Its function is still unknown

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Talking to baby

Many kicks, many pains to battle
Mummy complains; “please be gentle”.

You make me beat my chest; “am the man”
You are my future number one plan.

Lemme go on to catch a grenade;
Love I got for you will never fade…

Allow good genes translates sweet berries
A future without you is barren…

Can’t wait to hear you call me daddy
Call mummy too, she is gladden.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Rays of Beams

Do you sleep while you tumble
Do you kick when you struggle
Is the sack getting smaller
Is the fluid getting lighter….

We will not let you wobble
You are our fun and bubbles
Is it now getting darker
Or are you feeling fever…

There is a bridge joining ends
Rainbow color, perfect blends
The mouths to sing the sweet hymn
Your womb escape is our theme…

Saw your curl through ultrasound
Heard your heartbeats drumming loud
You completed the tag team
You took our rays as your beam.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Axle Sonnet

Mum missed her visitor for a week
Then first trimester came in so quick.

Although with vomiting and fever
Not your fault, so don’t you bother.

Daddy can’t wait to hold your arms
Tiny five fingers and cradle charms.

You are the gift that completes his pack
Your cool heartbeat kept pulling him back.

So intrigued at your mother’s big round pot;
The new sweet look that she did begot

Gaining weight and looking beautiful
Although in pains, till day she births you.

Mummy can’t wait to push the axles
So prepare for contracting muscles.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Man’s gift and joy

Children are gifts
and a joy to man
Growing in the womb
like plants in farm.

Stretching they kick
walls of mother’s sack
Their echoing heartbeats
pulls daddy back.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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