You were once a little baby, very innocent and cute
You were always happy and perhaps still is
but only one thing you kept secret
and you only said that to me.
You told me that as a little kid
you were always told,
told that you were once in your mummies belly.
But you know it ain't so
because you still remember it vividly,
the story before you first arrived home.
The earliest memory of all.
A golden stork flying high up in the purple sky,
with blue eyes and a golden beak,
and you wrapped up in a present,
with blue eyes and golden hair,
protected from the bad and evil,
able to see the most panoramic view of all.
...And I'll promise I'll say nothing at all.
- Title: The stork
- Artist: Lorna Doone -Ridd
This is a short poem I wrote.
It is about you. Yes, you!
I hope you like it =^.^=
- Date: 09/28/2008
- Tags: storkbabiesyoumelol
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