Beginning Buds

by Poet on the Piano   Apr 4, 2010


My baby boy
look past the receding snow;
an instrument of my peace
is growing.

New life
opens up with lazy yawn;
a hushed white breath
is dreaming.

This is my garden
each child of creation embraced;
never could I walk away
from your heartbeat.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Ingrid

    This brings back so many memories of when my son was young, MaryAnne..that very last part, about not being able to walk away from his heartbeat is exactly how I always felt about him. He was and is my sunshine:)

    A lovely upbeat poem, made me smile and feel happy.

    God bless,

    5/5 Ingrid

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