Emerging from a darkened place
A brand new soul, a brand new face
Welcome to the human race
Fingers counted, then the toes
A dimpled chin, a runny nose
And all wrapped up in warming clothes
A gurgle, sigh, a friendly hiss
A cuddle here, a gentle kiss
This early life is full of bliss
But then a noise to breach a dam
A ripping sound, a thank you Ma’am
My son, indeed, you are a man
Author: Vince Poynter
A poem which first appeared on the vinceunlimited web site on 1 October 2019 also found at vinceunlimited.co.uk/poems.htm or in a more mobile friendly layout at vinceunlimited.co.uk/poemsm.htm
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