My Child, My Pride
This child
In whom I pride
Born of my flesh and blood
Taken from me on a cold night,
My cries
And I
Time after time
Look high and low, tireless
As I sense, yet see not where you hide,
Sent spies
At night
To roam the skies
And throw my shooting stars
That you can see my Light conquers
The night
And I
Have heard your cries
Keep your eyes on lightbeams
A force that will turn you alight
And I
Will find
You, and you, I
Tied together as one
Melting all fears and tears; in you
I pride.
© March 2012
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2012
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