Poems

Fruit of Love
You may be made so untimely but a real fruit of love.
Indeed you are, sweetie.
I want you to know that mommy and daddy were so glad to have you baby.

Everytime I feel your presence in my tummy, it gives me so much happiness I never thought it can be.
You are God’s precious gift to me.
That’s what you are to mommy,
my dearest babesy.
-WittyBroccoli

I wrote this poem when I was 3 months pregnant with my daughter, Louise. Expressing my gratitude of having her in poem. You will be forever baby to mommy, sweetie.

Beloved
Together we made the greatest masterpiece of our lives.
And to that fruit of our love, the best of best we will provide.
If not for you I won’t have the most precious gift I had.

With you every minute is never a bore.
You never failed to make me feel cherished and adored.
Therefore I must say, indeed it’s true, how sweet it is to be loved by you.
-WittyBroccoli

The fathers’ day poem I wrote last year, dedicated to my husband. He knows I always write and express my feelings into poems. Be it happiness or whatsoever.