Monday, February 13, 2012

Imagery in Poetry Blog Post Paragraph

When you were born I wasn't prepared for your sweetness.
The touch of your soft baby hands and your cute button nose.
I couldn't be more proud to being your big sister.
When not a morsle passed your lips yet, the smell of your breath was as pure as your innocence.
I couldn't get over the sight  your dark brown eyes when you first opened them.
I could look into them forever as if I could see your future.
The sound of your giggle for the first time made my heart fly like a baby blue bird.
I tasted your baby food when you didn't want it for a week, and understood why you kept spitting it out.

1 comment:

  1. This is a great memory, Ke'Ona! I especially like the last line--very comical!

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