Fresh out the womb and on the way to the tomb.
Beginning life’s groove is something small and smooth.
Planted by the gentleman and grown by the lady. That infantile softness is a newborn baby.
Sometimes it’s like that infant’s cries never reach a cease, but one touch from those tiny baby hands bring peace.
Nothing smoother than the laugh of that soft baby voice. You’ll look back knowing that baby was your best choice.
Close to your heart, you were there from the start. Your baby surely grows up, but never grows apart.
Appreciate your newborn’s soft smooth touch. One day there will be a time when you miss it very much.
About the Creator
Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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