Marshmallows of cellulite
Covered your infant body
As you lay sleeping
Daily I was jolted awake
With excitement
To scurry to your room
Hopeful, happy
To hear your precious coos
Grateful to hold you to my breast
Sniff your newborn head
Knowing you’re my miracle
Twenty odd years have past
A beautiful slim grownup
sits on the side of my bed
Starring pensively at me,
until I’m stirred awake
greeting me with a sweet voice
and fabulous scent
I'm so thankful to have you near
share your stories, dreams and happiness
Knowing you're still
my very own miracle!
In 1995 my dogs had a litter of three puppies. The mother adored me, followed where ever I went. If I left the room she'd carry her pups one by one to be with me. Even though a comfy makeshift crib made out of a cardboard watermelon box, layered with blankets was set up in our large kitchen. More than a few times the fragile puppies just days old stopped breathing. One particular time I started to panic, so Pepper only ten at the time scooped the dog out of my hand and resuscitated it by blowing gently into it's tiny mouth until it was fully revived. This little puppy was named Chance!
16 comments:
this was so tender.. the whole thing.. the poem,,t he lovely stopry about the puppies... this was just to adorable...
How beautiful to watch a child grow into adulthood, and how wonderful to see the love of an animal transferred to us mortals who sometimes don't appreciate their unconditional love. Chance is a very lucky puppy. What an inspiring post. Thank you so very much. Big hug, and have a great day. :)
What a beautiful miracle indeed! I LOVE puppies...awww! HUGS
oooh How squeezably sweet little chance was!! I just melt with puppies.
And Pepper! What a little life saver to Chance And YOU. Your poem is so sweet, Of course when I saw the Prompt sher, My kids were the first miracles to pop in my head as well. Wonderful post for the prompt and for all us moms!
(gee the difference between daughters and sons might be The Scents! I wouldn't necessarily call my boys scents 'fabulous'
Did you ever think the Mom Dog was a bit overwhelmed by those little ones and she just wanted you to take care of what she couldn't do a very good job of? I think you may be selling the Mom Dog and yourself a bit short, but how sweet a poem and picture. I love the truth behind it.
Lovely miracles, lovely pictures and a lovely post! Ah.
A wonderful miracle! Especially precious because of your daughter!
Pepper and Chance are indeed miracles, as is the love that you express so well.
life once again gives life. what a cute puppy and I love the name chance.
kids are always miracles. I so agree, I wrote about the same thing here
Enjoyed your take on the prompt. I have a 20 something now, too.
Love the raw emotion in that poem.
Yes! The wonderful miracle of creating and watching life. Lovely.
Miracles, they are - those little babes grown to adults. Darling puppy story. I did that to a goldfish I was 'caretaking' once. It survived for quite a while afterward. Neat page, here!
What an adorable puppy! Hooray for Pepper - what a quick thinker at such a young age. Lucky Chance!
~((Hugs))
Beautiful take on miracle. Such a touching poem, and the puppy pictured is adorable! Love the story about little Chance!
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