BABIES
Their tiny hands, their feet,
their miniature toes.
Their eyes, their cheeks,
and their little red nose.
Their giggles, their laughs,
their gummy grins,
they're cuddly and soft,
and have cute little chins.
They have creases and dimples
and little fat bellies,
and when tickled they shake
like bowls full of jelly.
Our babies are precious in so many ways
so show them you love them
and treasure each day.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Truth | 3 | 05/27/2010 |
| Reminiscing | 1 | 05/27/2010 |
| ENTOMBED | 0 | 05/25/2010 |
| In My Head | 0 | 05/25/2010 |
| Another Mans Hell | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| Which Way | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| FALL | 0 | 05/25/2010 |
| Love Un-said | 2 | 05/25/2010 |
| Lost In A Dream | 0 | 05/25/2010 |
| NOWHERE | 0 | 05/25/2010 |
| Boxed In | 0 | 05/25/2010 |
| DESPAIR | 0 | 05/25/2010 |
| Our Story | 0 | 05/25/2010 |
| Awakening | 3 | 05/25/2010 |
| Once In My Life | 2 | 05/25/2010 |
| Memories | 2 | 05/25/2010 |
| Missing You | 0 | 05/25/2010 |
| SHAME | 0 | 05/25/2010 |
| A Precious Wish | 0 | 05/25/2010 |
| DAD | 0 | 05/25/2010 |
| It Was Just A Dream | 0 | 05/25/2010 |
| Happy Birthday | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| BABIES | 0 | 05/24/2010 |
| Thoughts | 1 | 05/24/2010 |
| Mirage | 0 | 05/24/2010 |
| Faith In You | 0 | 05/24/2010 |
| My Everything | 2 | 01/12/2010 |
| LOST | 1 | 01/12/2010 |
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