Nurturing My Lovely Children
I nestled her… dear January child
My arms her manger on a night beguiled.
Those pink fingers twitching to feel new dawn
As long hours of labor seemed quite undone,
When babe mildly chuckled, I wept with mirth
For heaven’s gift …this miracle of birth,
Then to race on woods picking flowers, aglow
Playful a youngster’s seasons like a river’s flow,
Enchanting girlhood days prepared to learn
Of adventures where she tried to discern;
The meaning of right from wrong, and uphold
Values from home,school… her years growing bold.
Now at nineteen, Camille reaches to life
Balancing the grace of pleasure and torn strife.
O I love how she nurtures her own fire
Remaining steady with a heart’s desire,
To follow new adult’s path…kind yet gritty,
My January child, the breath that’s me.
2/25/2016
My Lovely Children Contest for Laura Loo
Inspiration from the mother of my dear godchild
and niece, Camille
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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