My First Child

My First Child

A Poem by Poet Pittinix
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This is a special treat for parents and children.

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I love to take my 3-year-old daughter shopping.

She’s my first child.

I hold her by the hand,

And off we go together down the street.

I start walking too fast for her,

She asks me to slow down.

I observe her stride,

And three of her steps make one of mine.

 

I take her to Taco Bell to buy her an ice cream.

The ice cream falls off the cone,

And it makes a splatter on the floor.

She points to the ground and cries,

“Daddy, daddy, I want back my ice cream!”

 

We go to the sweet shop to get her a treat.

The little girl wants everything she sees.

Oh, she’s such a delight!

She brightens up my day,

And she makes the vendor smile.

She gets a large lollipop, and she beams.

 

We’re now in the department store.

I’ll buy some new clothes for her.

She tries on a pair of slippers.

They look so cute on her tiny feet.

She takes a Raggedy Ann doll to the cashier,

And then she skips along with me.

 

It’s fun to walk with her around the block.

A neighbour waves to us and says,

“She’s such a sweet little darling!”

An elderly woman asks me, “Is she your first child?”

And I smile at her and say, “Yes.”

© 2024 Poet Pittinix


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Poet Pittinix
Have fun, readers.

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Added on June 10, 2024
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Poet Pittinix
Poet Pittinix

Kingston, West Indies, Jamaica



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Hi everyone, I'm an author from Jamaica. I write poems, songs, and short stories. Do not send me any private messages. I came here to read and to publish my compositions, not to engage in controver.. more..

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