I've grown Accustom to his Face.
He almost makes the day begin.
I've grown accustom to the tune
He whistles night and noon.
His Smiles
His Frowns
His Ups
His Downs
Are Second Nature to me Now
Like Breathing Out
And Breathing In.
I was so really Independent and Content
Before we Met.
Surely I could always Be.
That Way Again.
And Yet,
I've grown Acustom to his Looks
Accustom to his Voice
Accustom to his Face
3 comments:
Beautiful! Precious! Congratulations!
Beautiful words to describe a beautiful baby boy! I am so happy for you and can't wait to see him in person!
Oh he is so tiny and beautiful...can't tell who he looks like.
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