Michael J ORourke2


Morning Sun - Poem by Michael J ORourke2

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: child


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 4, 2015



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