Divine Sacrafice

Ultimate miracle of creation, which blesses us so deeply,

Thus divine presence of our flesh and blood lay upon my breast,

As your delicate fingers grasp my hair as you rest so sweetly.

Oh, hear my heart beat for you, darling, love as you rest.

 

Your eyes gaze up to meet mine

As I can see your absolute optimism

To a world who needs a brilliant mind,

Who can provide much needed altruism.

 

Your five tiny fingers wraps around my much larger forefinger

As I watch you examine my hair that rests beside you.

Again your brilliant, innocent blue eyes catch my thoughts linger,

But only of you, dear, sweet, gift of God; it is true.

 

You give a tiny sneeze from my golden curls,

Which tickled your petite nose.

To you my heart just jumps and lovingly unfurls

Bountiful love that no one can see or know.

 

Your thoughts of radiance and devotion

Absorb your world one last moment

As you drift off listening to the motion

Of my heart beating for you, so content.

 

You fall into a silent sleep,

Still holding onto my forefinger

Squeezing it, for yours to keep.

I wonder where your dreams linger?

 

Tiny miracle, I hold in my arms,

Fades just as quickly as he finds slumber,

I awake to cold, empty arms,

Reminding me of my dreams, sunken under.

 

I remember now.

I was given this struggle, to learn and gain insight.

If I only knew how"

How, through this sacrifice, I may find the light?

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

So tender, so gentle, so fillled with longing, and love for a child! Beautiful, just beautiful!!
The end is especially filled for longing........, Now, through this sacrifice, I may find the light?....question............I hope so!!

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a depth of beauty in your words... a dream of longing... of motherhood... you speak with a wonderful tenderness, yet the last lines carry such a bittersweet tone. Even there is a sense of hope... So well done...

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Wonderful dream , written in such a touching gentle way , give the reader the solide believe that it was written by a mom , you capture it very beautifully , you want to be a mom , and you will be , Yossi