Poetry
In the long nights...
whimpers come from the dimly
lit room around the corner,
wooden bed; picking him up
searching for his despair; against
my chest I hold him close.
A love, a warmth,
a contentment that only a
child can bring.
Thank you, Universe for my
first gift of a new life;
his unwavering supply of love
is my eternal goal.
As he grows quickly into
a man - all of life will
unfold for him.
So many choices
and opportunities will
be there.
I see in his eyes
all that is fair, right,
and true in our quiet
nights,
in this dim
but most revealing light.
17 Nov 2018