Cally Poem by Roger Costello

Cally



She lay's in the crook of my arm.
Vunerable, fragile, asleep.
She stir's.
Muscles tighten, I feel her strength,
her power.
Looks are decieving,
three days old.
A soal with no name.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The birth of my first grandaughter.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
loNeLY AnGel 30 April 2010

short but nice............ :)

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