Beggings

Baby wrapped in

Swaddling clothes

Soft innocence

Embalmed in love.

We are the ones

Who brought

You here to this

Fallen paradise above.

Gradually you

Shall blossom

Into what you

May become.

As sure as rain

Falls to the earth

Opening up new

Fern fronds.

Thoughts of ecstasy

Our constant delight,

When you were first

Felt in our bodies

The wonderful night.

Our gift, given

To us from loves

Storehouse within;

You have given us

Yourself something

More beautiful than

Material things.

Neil Andrew Granger