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Child

Memories of my child as a baby and the powerful love that I felt for him. This poem says that when a baby grows up their beauty and innocence only remain as a memory. ,

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sara

Date:

17 December 2006

Author:

unknown

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Child

Your lips have blessed my lips and touched my soul,
Your age has been a beauty without time;
In you I held a mirror to my goal,
And felt my love would live on for all time.

Ah! If that sweetness now was touching me,
Ah! If all that’s fine still shone out its fair light,
I'd wrap you warm and lovingly
Hold you close throughout the night.

I held a love that would not let me leave,
I shaped a passion that would never die,
I cried, and now at last it’s time to grieve
For time must - time will - time will ever fly.

So hush, my child, I love you still, ‘tis me:
Though age has called, in here - in here, you’re free.

-unknown -

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Comments on this poem:

adrian Says:

Mon Nov 10, 2008 12:34 pm

this is a good poems

happy Says:

Sun Sep 27, 2009 1:13 pm

I thought this was supposed to be short..

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