Laughter of a Baby
The first time I heard his cry, I cried with joy that he's here.
Struggled a little, but took care of him without a fear.
The first time I see him smile, I smile back.
Seeing him cry in pain, my focus is in lack.
The first time he laughed made my day.
Whenever I feel upset, he makes me feel okay.
This poem is about:
My family
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