Precious
This tiny precious being
I hold in the palm of my hand
About to embark on life's journey
This delicate image of man
Created in his own likeness
This soft, pink bundle of joy
Makes even the toughest of men
Start acting like little boys
Can't imagine anything sweeter
Turns the coldest heart to mush
The sweetest sight imagined
Painted with a loving brush
With all the nasty everyday stuff
That's happening all around us
The birth of a gentle newborn babe
Sprinkles us with fairy dust
Hopefully this magic continues
Through the years that lie beyond
With the birth of each new generation
A brighter new world will dawn
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
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