Here you are!
pretty thing. tiny feet. purer heart
how time flies and tries and dies
before our very eyes
four shallow years
set to drift by tomorrow
set to drift by tomorrow
it seems so close to yesterday
that brief ceremony of scalpels
from which you came forth
shrills of thrill in medicated rooms
where sanitized air and i
soothed your dazed mama
to tentative slumber
your welcome shrill an only interruption
four seasons of joy
that brief ceremony of scalpels
from which you came forth
shrills of thrill in medicated rooms
where sanitized air and i
soothed your dazed mama
to tentative slumber
your welcome shrill an only interruption
four seasons of joy
punctuated with moments
of stiffening trepidation
from birth pains to growth pains
from birth pains to growth pains
the rise and fall of seasons
no one knows
what tomorrow holds
but in this concert of daddily rhymes
no one knows
what tomorrow holds
but in this concert of daddily rhymes
love reigns
with uncontested affection
grow up Nay
happy 48 moons mama!
happy 48 moons mama!
© January 2018
