My Sunbeam Cold
MY SUNBEAM COLD
A poem (about birth)
Lionel Derbyshire
It is going to be a while
For me to stand on my
Own two little feet
For today I am newly
Born out of my mother
In all from God’s grace
Our naked hands are
Reaching out to each
And at the touch
She draws me nearer
We grab at each other
Still bonded umbilically
We keep tight and
Yield our first greeting
To each other.
Mom’s hands are
Coming nearer to me
And in the embrace
She sweeps my face
Right to my little head.
She keep’s me up and
My eyes are blinking
At my beautiful mom
I scent of new life
And lay in peaceful sleep
By her side.
Her skin is warm
She really feels
Like my own sunbeam.
And as she draws breath
Slow and slowly more
It becomes heavy..
And heavier more
My sunbeam is
Getting cold now
And colder more.
How could MOM
Leave me now..
And close
Her heart
After wiping my
New born face
Clean ..
My birthday
The last day
Mom held me in arms.
Will I ever say
" MOM "
Copyright © Lionel Derbyshire | Year Posted 2016
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