Slide of hand it's a card trick,
Might not be hard but it's quite slick,
Escape artists do the hard bit,
And When we watch it makes our hearts beat,
I used to wonder, is this magic?
Sit there and ponder, is that quite it?
I got my answer the moment I heard it,
Loud and strong he won't stop wailing,
I took my child and then I held him,
So relaxed in my arms that he stopped crying,
I looked down at him and he was sleeping,
Oh what a miracle I couldn't stop smiling,
And then I thought back to all the things I've seen,
Those wondrous sight's that suddenly lost it's luster,
What would you call him? I hear them question,
I shut my eyes and then I mentioned,
"Purity" my greatest treasure,
I pecked his forehead for extra measure,
For there was no doubt no competition,
He was the purest form of magic that ever crossed my vision.
#love
#Happiness
#passion
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To that first love between mother and child.
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Passion
PoetrySometimes it's hard to understand how you truly feel... and its even harder to put them into words. Passion is a driving force that is fueled by emotions, no matter what feeling it may be. This is a collection of short poems and write ups that...
