My Little Angel
Wrapping him in a blue blanket he hands him over to me
outside the snow is falling, as I gaze at him my hearts about to burst
all the pushing is over, now its time to receive his glee
bluest eyes I'd ever seen suckling at my breast with a quenching thirst
Yesterday was Debussy and Bach
lullabies of sweet by morning dawn
Today a baby cradle with gentle rock
"Oh my God, did you see that Ron !"
We named him Joseph, after his grandfather who was a great artist
homilies of love spoken truthfully, I cannot contain the joy
just given birth to a special boy and it feels like I've been kissed
my love leans in and whispers " we'll give him every toy!"
With a sacral dimple you can't miss
he looks like a hand carved ivory Angel
as I draw him close and feather him a kiss
he gurgles with laughter, "I'm your Angel"
October 8, 2020
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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