My Child
Oh dear Child
Dear Child of Mine
What did I do to deserve thee
What did I do to make you mine?
I look at you in amazement
As you sleep upon my breast
I love you oh so dearly
You are my good, my better, my best.
Sleeping oh so quietly
You have the face of an angel without wings
A peacefulness and a quality
An aura of heaven, not of earth.
Your golden hair frames your childish face
Your lips hold the hint of a smile
Your tiny hands lie clasp in prayer
An innocent gesture not meant to beguile.
I love you more than life itself
Oh ancient child of mine.
I know that you were meant to be
You were meant to be so fine.
Finer than the best of my china
That sits upon the shelf
Finer than all of my jewelry
That I use to adorn myself.
You are my greatest creation
More than anything I could have imagined
I love you more than all the virtues given
I love you more than life itself.
Copyright Christine A Kysely November 30, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
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