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Post by Ivan Carswell on Dec 11, 2007 5:08:35 GMT -5
These early days are weighted thus in heavy consequence; every sense is on display, feelings disarrayed in just and trying ways – in muddling through with mundane things you never dreamed. Swollen belly lead the way to babe in arms; roles that changed, a girlish poise effacing grave estrangement, mother’s eyes restore its charm. You’ve braved the dislocation, see that Nature’s gift demands a fee your daughter freely pays in gilded smiles. You hold her in your arms entrained, a History apace, motherhood embracing ardent grace. © 31 October 2007, I. D. Carswell
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