Thursday, 18 September 2014

Child

What is a child but borne of love?
A fragment of your heart, a voice that brings new life.
From sadness, to blissful joy.
This blessing of a girl or boy.
That lights the corners of the night.
And fills your garden full of blooms.
Whose simple beauty you adore.
And to you their love, is very pure.
Whose smiles chase darkened skies away.
You love them more, each passing day.

Copyright Deborah M. Hodgetts 2014