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,