Morning Sun Poem by Michael J ORourke2

Morning Sun



Stretching toward the morning sun
I hear your little cry
The maple boughs move with the summer breeze
While angels parade on high

I sneak a look inside your crib
You talk to your friends all the while
Oh that the world would burst with love
To catch your morning smile.

Saturday, April 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: child
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