THE FIRST
Back Next Other poems Homepage	She looks at me and smiles, her hand reaches for my cheek.Her eyes are so blue, her nose is like a little button. She'll never know how this moment will be for me, for she is the first for me to LOVE. The first for me to care for, the first to care about. As I look at her little face for the first time in my arms. I can not wait for her first little words:"I LOVE YOU MOMMY"! Because a son is a son until he takes a wife but a daughter is a daughter ALL her life.
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