Acrostic Baptism Poems | Acrostic Poems About Baptism
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Cherished Christina,Miracle gift from God with love
Heavenly angels delivered you from twinkling stars above
Radiant blush graces tender soft skin
Intertwining hearts as life journey begins
Special little lady warms our home with harmony
Tremendous happiness her smile brings to family
Intricate weaving of emotional destiny
Nurtured by parents who treasure your sweet birth
Admired among precious jewels upon earth
Written by Linda Marie Bariana-Rinaldi
Sweetheart of the Soup
This poem was part of the gift OurLinda Marie sent to Christina on her birth..
Its one of the treasures so close to my heart.
I told her I would post it due toChristina's first birthday on 27th august.
Its been months since she vanished from P.S
Last news was thatShe was ill..
Wish to hear from her again
Thanks Linda-Miss you loads
Be at ease and
Let your light shine through
Emit radiant beams to
Savor every moment,
Embrace the now and
Design the life of your dreams.
It is the light that burns through the night
The night that is covered by pain
The pain that burns on bones so fragile
It is the face of the parents
The face that glow with joy
But the joy that is far from me
It is the father that has lost his dignity
The dignity that was nurtured for years
The years that has passed like super eagle
It is the look of poor souls that cause this pain
The pain that has no souses but shame
The feeling of pity for a hungry child
It is that pain which make me sick inside
Where sorrow hove around like a trapped bird
I shall toss myself to the ground
Though sun bring new beginnings
But this pain makes the rays deadly
How I wish to make the day light again.
The last survivor of the human race
Master and genius
Zeus is more
Hunger of a nation
When the time comes
For five hundred parts
Baby, we are having you baptised,
And you must not mind the water.
"Peter", we are calling you;
This because you are a boy...
Idiots would say we should wait until you're older,
Suspecting that you might wish for gender change.