Blizzard Baby Poem by Joshua Merchand

Love Story, love is hot; so too Mom, Dad;
Father God, has a plan, and has His way;
Sow with peas, a seed plants in the womb glad;

Peas were sweet, so sweet Mom devoured all day.
The good earth blessed God’s work; no one need beg.
Bold and dark, in winter’s grip; blizzard’s arm.
Near midnight, cold, dark night, God worked with Peg.
Precious birth, in my arm; tired Mom; warm.
BlizzardBabe is brought forth.God has His Plan.
Strangers in strange land; Baby Jen is born.

Rain Drops keep falling on my head; tir’d man.
Dad, Mom knew that a babe takes three: God shone!
God‘s Plan is accomplished, designed above.
My soul knew, what the mind could not see;
LOVE.