I carried a child,
Within my body,
slept with her on my chest,
I've kissed little toes and wiped aways tears,
I've been vomited on,
Peed on and spent sleepless nights cradling,
But I wouldn't have it any other way,
My body isn't magazine perfect,
but when I look in the mirror,
I see a mother,
a great one,
And there's no greater honor,
Love or blessing.
By alexandria watson
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volume 3 The ink that never stops,and friends
PoetryThis poetry book will be fill with not only a couple of my poems.but poems from my friends,who share the same passion as me.there will be some poems like, love,pain,happiness,darkness and even some poems that some may have experience in life or have...
