Ode To My Child
The poems your fingers paint in air
is beyond my minds comprehensiveness -
yet electrifies everything around you.
The words you utter is unfound in any
lexicon of worlds purest languages -
still sounds godly.
Your rosy lips shed smiles for
moments like lightening-
Yet they suck sorrows out of hearts.
Your tiny feet kick those fairies
from sleep in heaven -
Yet they make all those stars
fall in as your toe nails.
I am waiting for all these to happen
so come soon oh child o mine
Wednesday, March 25, 2009