My Nephew is Born

Sun, 07/19/2015 - 18:30 -- jdswr2

When in October the air was cold, 

Leaves were falling because they were getting old,

Some trees still had color they were standing strong,

Daylight was little the darkness was long,

Everyone was shouting for the baby was coming,

Everyone was trying to be very loving,

When Grant came out everyone was glad,

But of course as a new baby he was crying and sad,

They went to clean him up after his birth,

It was time for him to start his life on earth,

He was brought back into the room for all to see,

Everyone was filled with glee,

His little body was held by all who care, 

His head shined with his little brown curly hair,

Many pictures were taken because he was so cute,

Even though he did nothing and was mostly mute.

This poem is about: 
My family


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