Little kicks inside her

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As we watch the birch
logs burn,
little kicks inside her,
excitement strikes!
Imagine I hadn't have
been there,
no looks from the 
bandstand, smiles in
the park.
Fire light and little kicks,
emblems of hope 
in the dark.
Aspirations rise with
the smoke,
the heir to my words
until his eminence
bespoke.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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