Five Pounds

Five Pounds

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

five pounds of infant snoozing softly
in a basket that celebrities buy for the
name only, dreaming dreams of milk
and diaper changes while her father
sits at the computer a few feet away,
trying to let the poetic verve come out
from a very long sleep and then a
reverse burp occurs, a signal showing
momentary happiness, the methane is
gone, a sign of a baby well-fed, a very
tasty meal indeed

mom slumbers in the next room,
dreaming dreams of when sleep
will return normally again, but
from head to toe, top to bottom,
she epitomizes the motherhood
that a professor he had once
upon a time talked about,
and now, for a short moment,
all his right in his small world,
silence is there for thoughts to
be pounded out into prose,
and future wisdom is given
to a new being, one that is
meant to turn her into the
person she is meant to be

this is a life worth living

© 2012 Kenneth The Poet


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it's a beautiful life, especially when one has a bundle of joy nearby

Posted 12 Years Ago


This made me smile ear to ear!! I'm so happy for you guys. This is such a beautiful time. xx

Posted 12 Years Ago


Yes and treasure each moment because if you blink that 5 pounds will become an adult and you will be a grandparent like me.......wonderful Ken

Posted 12 Years Ago


Children make us come down to earth. I thought I was important till I held my first child. I like the thoughts and places you took me with your amazing poetry. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


Another chance allowed. I love these remembrances...
You'll be a terrific Dad, Ken. (you already are)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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