Augustine
September 1, 2015
Resting at the bottom of my stomach,
it sits very still and silent.
I decide to move and so does it;
it turns and jumps with me.
My hand across my belly to
comfort it as it sleeps.
I can feel its heartbeat, faint and weak.
I laugh so gayly at its presence,
and cry at the miracle of its excistince.
The names I pick for her won't ever relate to her beauty,
so her name must be witty.
She wil take her fathers name.
9 months have goneby with little regret
She slips into my arms.
I promise her that nothing will harm-
My lovely baby daughter
Augustine.
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