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 peaceful 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.. After wiping my New born face Clean .. My birthday The last day Mom held me in arms. Will I ever say " MOM "