Baban Bach (Little Baby) Poem by Jak Black

Baban Bach (Little Baby)

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We long to meet you, little pal.
The month of June is nigh.
A precious bundle born of love.
That, no-one can deny.

Your dad stands tall, honest, strong.
Your mum bonnie and bright.
You'll soon be held in loving arms,
Cradled with delight.

So rest awhile dear baban bach,
Warmly cushioned in the womb.
Patiently we'll wait for thee,
Not quite your time to bloom.

The easel awaits it's canvass,
Your creators artists be.
Measured brushstrokes fructify
A stirring bel esprit.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Simone Inez Harriman 03 February 2017

What a lovely poem awaiting the birth of your son. I love the 'The easel awaits it's canvass, Your creators artists be' which is such an enchanting way to express an exciting new venture of your new baby.

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Dimitrios Galanis 01 February 2017

So sensitivelly the anticipation penned.

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