Poetry by Georgia Angel

I was once a younger mommie.

A beautiful son was born to me.

A lad now as tall as the trees.

All my dreams for him come to be.



Smart, thoughtful, generous and kind.

This beautiful son of mine.

He may well be the last of his line.

But always a strong branch of the vine.



Now I'm an older mom, you see.

Pregnant, at 41, unexpectedly.

My child, my daughter of special needs.

My heart overflows with love she feeds.



She dreams of a child of her own one day.

A daughter healthy and well, I pray.

A little one for her to cuddle and say

"I'll love you like my mommie loves me, precious baby"

forever and always.


© Karen ~Georgia Angel 3/15/10

Wishing for a sun's ray
Wishing for a spring day
Wishing for cold no more
Wishing for warmth galore

Wishing for 3 weeks to pass
Wishing for the days to go fast
Wishing for no more wintry mix
Wishing for a spring fix

Wishing for toes to thaw
Wishing for nose not raw
Wishing for no chapped skin
Wishing for a winter has been