Your Fall at Four Months
Petrarchan Sonnet
I was scrolling through my Instagram and Facebook.
Suddenly, your tiny butt met the wooden floor.
I was in shock; this had never happened before.
Your cousin heard your cries and left his notebook.
You were in pain, and I couldn’t stand to look
at your strawberry face, I heard a knock on the door.
Your cousin tried to make you laugh with his roar
and I began to read you a children’s book.
You calmed down when I caressed your silky skin.
You then began to play with the toys in the bed.
I loved seeing you laugh; I gave you kisses.
You played with your stuffed animal, then hit your chin,
but you did not cry, you just laughed instead of turning red
again. I hugged you and said that you are my princess.
About the Creator
Diani Alvarenga
“I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I'm afraid of.”
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Comments (1)
Beautiful poem about maternity.