Into Your Kingdom of Love
I
Which time is better?
Which season is better?
Which companion is better?
Which age is better?
Were some of my thoughts as......
I carried my drowsy cherub on my shoulders
cautiously walking in my garden
so that sleep is not disturbed
by my overstepping any cobble.
The night air was perfumed
by the queen of nights
loyally growing by my dark casements
and swaying with the mild waft of winds.
I smiled at my innocent bairn,
as she smiled in her dreams,
making me wonder,
do these angels
also laugh and play
in their kingdom of dreams?
Her head on my shoulder,
her left hand holding me tightly
around my nape,
her limp body cozily snuggling,
breathing her warmth onto my neck,
made me hug this child from heaven
even more tightly than before.
Her vulnerability and dependance
on a human whom she cannot judge
pushed my stubborn heart
Into caressing and kissing
the soft cheeks of God's miniature self.
I entered the uncreaky greased doors,
tip-toeing to her satiny crib,
laying my dew kissed angel,
who had been lulled to sleep,
on her peachy pillow.
I lovingly watched overhead,
enjoying to see my bud bloom steadily.
With time, and in every season
I will watch her grow of age
till my moppet will hold my hand
and lead me into her kingdom of love.
Balveen Cheema
August19, 2015
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015
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