I cradle this baby in my arms.
Unknowingly conceived,
becoming my sweetest dream.
I pour in love, courage and faith.
Shut the pressure cooker tightly,
and hope, and hope, and hope.
That my work of art, comes out just right.
Though I may have doubts, you will always have my faith.
To grasp onto.
Happy World Poetry Day โฅ
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