CRIES COMES COOS
Wails of a child unknown to me,
Capriciously about my lobes.
Troubles me most disturbingly,
Generates many tears that holds.
If it were mines, tender the touch,
My soul, my heart, they would both be.
Extended warmths will be so much,
Eyes be wide opened to receive.
A surprise to be, of its hold,
At a distance I turned and saw,
The once wailing child looked so bold,
Child cracks a smile at me with awe.
This be so unexpectedly,
What be within me emanates,
Outstretched it did invisibly,
Delights of three now resonates.
Departure of three that it be,
Their hearts they will be now comforts,
Three souls unites with so much glee,
Parts knowing of the warm efforts.
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