little person

A Poem by mae

fingers

the first daydream was his fingers

all 5 of them

so tiny, curling around one of my own

a little person

his father crying softly

life is precious every minute

more precious with you in it

a promise to him from the day he was born

all that I have of that baby

small whispers of his name

but he's gone now

my tobias

© 2025 mae

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Added on April 17, 2025
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mae

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hello, my name is mae. I have been writing poetry for about 3 years now and am constantly looking for new ways to improve. friending works two ways. if I review your poems, I expect you to do the s.. more..