Gossamer wings settled on my distended abdomen.
The germinal seeds of life squirmed as I start to bend.
And listened to the stillness of the joy that it portends.
I gently touched you and the angels uttered their “Amens”.
The room abounds with lurking white gowned shadows.
I touched you once again as pain turned into countless sorrows.
The brackish sweat has washed away the blood in my cold brow.
I had to howl when you broke forcibly into my hallow.
I touched you gently by your side and lingered.
You wailed – and for a gentle touch – you hungered.
I laughed as you sucked heartily on my little finger.
The Calvary now gone with your ensuing laughter.
You’ll always have my warm caress and gentle touch.
I promise you my baby; I’ll provide a secure mulch.
I’ll always be here when you’re in a lousy crutch.
I love you son,and you just don’t know how much.
Photo by: David Masters
