Our child

I pray our child has got that shine

within your eyes,

and that soft dip to your chin

where the line takes a jump

swimming up to become full lips,

so luscious, and deeply desired...

So thoroughly they're both admired

by every inch in me that aches through

these long hours in which we take

ourselves to work to make a life.

I pray our child beams ever so bright

just like your cheeks light like a rose...

I pray our child will never know

the hard-ships that we overcame,

but if he/she does then may your sane

guiding light shuffle them through...

I pray my guidance will help them too,

and I can see all our hands linked,

as we stand hanging at the brink,

and weather storms with glowing hearts...

...I'll love our child, knowing that part

of you and me

dances inside,

and through our world which we abide.

To: Mavia my love

©

1/17/20

Bunny Villaire