By Richard Inya | Category :: Poem

Come, see with me
The eyes of a baby
Shining so bright
As the lamp of heaven

See her smile at me
Smiles so true and dear
Such mothersí gift to their own
Now all mine from above

O, cherubic babe; hallowed gift
Bringer of joy and blessings
Your brilliant essence is fairer
Than beauty as your motherís

You I owe fresh and sweet lullabies
Songs from my soul, love and roses
These hurried lines may not befit you
Care not, for our journey has just begun

(For my newborn child)

By Richard Inya | Jul 21, 2015 | Category > Poem >Love / Romance | Comments | Views 2112


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