Guest Poet: Eric Browne's When I Knew
From the moment I heard your cry
I knew you were mine
The very first time you opened your eyes
I knew you were mine
The count of fingers, the count of toes
From the very first wrinkle of a little nose
I knew you were mine
Your little cries that led to sleepless nights
To your very first steps and endless delights
Every curious coo, every wondering eye
Every tempted step to answer a “why”
Every day that goes by, I remember them all
Because from the very first time
I knew you were mine.
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