My Child Awakes
A poem
A poem
I gazed with love as she awoke,
radiant with the beautiful innocence of youth.
whilst the morn kissed the sleep from her eyes.
Her childish voice charmed my ear,
and echoed with a subtle resonance in my soul.
Her face, singularly acute and intelligent,
sported a glittering infectious smile
that disarmed anger, and softened any asperity.
The benign look of a father,
wrapped in a sudden intensity of reflection.
The silver and silence
of melting years
caught by a nameless and unexplained sadness,
borne of pride and memories
in a soft intonation of joy.
The longest teardrop made its fall.