The day I was bornA Poem by Heather Clayton
my head
you turned me wisely I saw that love never existed I went there before you came along felt that hurt that you needed me almost lost all but not forgotten went to the floor crawling out of the womb. don't you remember I am your baby your little one that has toes and I will punch you and make you giddy while you laugh in your belly. I have a safe place to be in your arms holding me tight like a woven blanket I will coo and giggle when you lift me up you are my angel.
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StatsAuthorHeather ClaytonSpring, TXAboutHello, I love writing and have quite an imagination. Usually my writings are short stories and also I do some poetry. I'm 35 and I love animals, music and writing/reading. I studied creative writing a.. more..Writing
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