Before the Paling Stars: Poet's Pluck
Eleven titles plucked from the exquisite poetry of Christina Rossetti
For my sweet child, petite Maude Clare,
Before The Paling of The Stars, I grieve
for my infant with head of flaxen curls.
I pray, Lord, save this tiny Daughter of Eve.
Tears fill my red and swollen eyes when
her Daddy, asks, "Is It Well With The Child?"
God, protect one of Your Holy Innocents.
As her fever climbs, my racing heart runs wild.
From Sunset To Star Rise, I hold her near.
Her hand clasps one of my trembling fingers
while she clings to The Thread of Life.
Sleeping At Last, but the fever lingers.
She fitfully stirs in the crook of my arm.
My voice in lullaby, tearfully sings.
I press a kiss to her warm pink cheek,
her eyelids quiver, like little Fluttered Wings.
By morning, In The Willow Shade, we rest.
Fever broken and Maude is in Dream Land.
At my breast, she sleeps and all is well.
Thank You, dear God, for holding out Your hand.
February 10, 2017
The Poets Pluck
contest of Mystic Rose
Copyright © Marti Sutherland | Year Posted 2017
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