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Newborn Baby Boy Poems


newborn baby boy poems
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  • An infant or baby is the very young offspring of humans. A newborn is an infant who is within hours, days, or up to a few weeks from birth.
  • neonate: a baby from birth to four weeks
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  • (poem) a composition written in metrical feet forming rhythmical lines
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  • A piece of writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song that is nearly always rhythmical, usually metaphorical, and often exhibits such formal elements as meter, rhyme, and stanzaic structure
  • Something that arouses strong emotions because of its beauty
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  • male child: a youthful male person; "the baby was a boy"; "she made the boy brush his teeth every night"; "most soldiers are only boys in uniform"
  • a friendly informal reference to a grown man; "he likes to play golf with the boys"
  • Used to express strong feelings, esp. of excitement or admiration
  • son: a male human offspring; "their son became a famous judge"; "his boy is taller than he is"
newborn baby boy poems - Baby Blessings:
Baby Blessings: Inspiring Poems and Prayers for Every Stage of Babyhood
Baby Blessings: Inspiring Poems and Prayers for Every Stage of Babyhood
“What a lovely and lyrical way to usher in a baby and celebrate the unfolding stages of parenting.” —Janet Chan, editorial director, the Parenting Group

Baby Blessings highlights the wonders of babyhood with classic and new poems, lullabies, and blessings for every stage of baby’s life, from pregnancy to infanthood to the toddler years. Featuring contributions from such well-known names as Dr. Spock, Brahms, and Rami Shapiro, Baby Blessings also includes special sections for baby-naming ceremonies, christenings, and other precious moments.

Baby Blessings provides inspiration and joyful reflections for the new mother just beginning to explore the miraculous experience of birth and motherhood, as well as the seasoned mom who wants to recapture the priceless emotions of those early days. Parents will treasure this collection for years to come.

Our Wish for You
May you always see beauty in the world
And hear music every day.
May you know the touch of gentle hands
And walk the peaceful way.
May the words you speak be loving,
May laughter see you through.
May you be blessed with hope and joy—
These gifts we wish for you.
— Theresa Mary Grass

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The Hidden Claw
The Hidden Claw
The Hidden Claw Man-child, stallion-child, abducted at full moon, Rhiannon, spattered red with blood, collapses in a swoon. Where is the heir Pwyll thought to train in arts of war? Who will save the child-prince from the Hidden Claw? Disquieted are Dyfed’s knights, for Pwyll lacks an heir: “Rhiannon’s womb is barren, Lord, although you think her fair. Thou shalt not last forever, Lord, Rhiannon put away And do not waste the royal seed upon this doubtful fey.” “Grant us but another year – the harder shall we strive – And know you well, within that time, she’ll bear a boy alive.” Rhiannon and her husband betake oft-times to bed; A boy is born with noble curls of gold about his head. Rhiannon sleeps at Arberth, the boy in swaddling wool, Six waiting-ladies keep the watch; the moon is waxing full. All fall swooning into sleep; they waken all as one. Rhiannon sleeps on, blissful still, but the child is gone. “Alas – he’s taken!” cries out one. “’Tis true,” wails another, “We shall be burned or ripped to shreds by his avenging mother! But look you here: a stag-hound bitch, litter at her teats. Kill the pups and smear their blood on face and hands and sheets. Crack their bones and pile them all upon the bloody floor, Claim Rhiannon ate her child and smeared her mouth with gore!” Rhiannon wakes up with a start, the dogs’ blood running hot; She faints away with frenzied fear before the empty cot. Rhiannon rocks and shivers, but nothing will she say, And loving Pwyll risks kingdom, all: he won’t put her away: “Disgust and love take arms in me, I can’t say which will yield – Go do your penance like a horse, and stand in yonder field And when a stranger comes to court, I bid you: confess all, And bear the envoy on your back up to our palace wall, But I cannot deny you, love, although our baby’s dead, So come you home each night, my love, to lie within my bed.” Man-child, stallion-child, abducted at full moon, Rhiannon, spattered red with blood, collapses in a swoon. Where is the heir Pwyll thought to train in arts of war? Who will save the child-prince from the Hidden Claw? Teyrnon Twryf Liant, a fine man with the sword Lives in Gwent-Is-Coed, a good upstanding lord. He has a chestnut mare; she bears a foal each May But soon as it is bedded down, some fiend steals it away. So Teyrnon waits within the stall; the mare travails with foal; She heaves and pants and pushes forth a colt as black as coal. The newborn steams amid the hay, the mare chews at the cord; Teyrnon watches in the dark, his hand laid on his sword. At once a great commotion: a Claw bursts through the door: Teyrnon raises up his sword and cleaves it to the floor. Colt and mare are fraught with fear, and fading through the night An anguished wail turns hearts to stone; it chills the brave with fright. The Claw lies bleeding on the floor, and in its clutch a child With golden locks and silk brocade muddied and defiled. Teyrnon cries out for his wife; he breaks into a run: “Lady, you were barren once, but now we have a son!” So boy and colt grow inch for inch, and soon the boy will ride His hearty colt beside a stallion: at his father’s side. “Gwiri – Golden – be his name! Ours forever more!” But Teyrnon stands within the stable, staring at the Claw. Six years they raise him, growing fast, and strong of limb and mind; Teyrnon trains him with the bow; they hunt the hart and hind. But hearing of Rhiannon’s plight, Teyrnon, brought to tears, Seeks his wife and brings to her the very news she fears: “Look unto this likeness lady: Pwyll, Dyfed’s lord: Confess, my love, ‘tis very like our Gwiri so adored. Rhiannon suffers wrong, I hear: she crouches in the mud. Her child is laughing in your arms while she atones his blood! Man-child, stallion-child, abducted at full moon, Rhiannon, spattered red with blood, collapses in a swoon. Here is the heir Pwyll thought to train in arts of war! We have saved the child-prince from the Hidden Claw.” They ride in haste for Pwyll’s court, their faces stained with tears: Rhiannon’s matted mane bespeaks a penance of six years: “Lord and lady, mount my back: such evil have I wrought! Put the bit into my mouth and ride me into court!” “By my troth,” cries Teyrnon, “We shall do no such thing – But stand upon your lissom feet, and bring us to your King!” And so to Pwyll the child returns, and Teyrnon tells his tale: Rhiannon weeps, and Pwyll’s tears fall on his coat of mail. “Behold your son, raised by my wife – he could be no other!” The boy erases, kiss by kiss, the tears of his mother. “Pryderi then – sweet child of care! His name forever more!” Rhiannon takes her husband’s hand and scorns the Hidden Claw. Man-child, stallion-child, abducted at full moon, Rhiannon, spattered red with blood, collapses in a swoon. Here is the heir Pwyll thought to train in arts of war! The child-prince is redeemed from the Hidden Claw. Source material: The fourth tale in Branch
Yousif
Yousif
didnt write in a while but the cute nephiew made me struggle with words,
here r a begginings of 3 poems i didn't finish yet to the lil monster:


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newborn baby boy poems
newborn baby boy poems
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