Pink Joy
God looking down on all his loved ones
Said,
She is the prettiest of all
So small, so soft, so delicate, so pink
Innocently she slept beside her mom
Close to that tender heart
The wind gently caressed her
The morning dew tenderly bathe her
Every passing butterfly
Stopped to admire her
The mother happily looked on
Secure in the knowledge
Of the happiness
Of the tender bloom
Untouched and pure
She danced with the wind
And slept on the mist
The mother swelled with pride
Feeling the love flowing from her
Encircling the tiny bloom
And keeping it safe
God looking down
Sighed happily
And gently whispered
“Mother and Child
Dedicated to Ezzelle with all my love and best wishes.
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