The Embrace of This Child
There is no hint, that this child of three
Could comprehend..
With his unknowing, smiling face,
With a cowlick in his hair, freckles here and there
Who takes the air from my lungs, at a glance
Skin glistening, pink and rosy from the sun,
As he comes bounding through the door,
Mud on small shoes and face
Not an inkling or a trace..
Of any clue of the pace
How my heart beats,... how it swells
The way my love wraps around
His small body so tightly, that he would gasp.
This adoration that I feel....
But of course, I don't squeeze tightly.
I must hold my love for him
With more restraint,
Keep my arms encircled in a more gentle embrace,
For he wouldn't understand how much love
His sweet presence stirs up the air I breathe
This child, this precious son of my daughter
Will never know the joy
He has brought into my life
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2008
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