On The Morrow's Morn Poem by Saiom Shriver

On the morrow's morn
He was born
Of angel's' wings
was never shorn
Down a rainbow he did slide
Off gilded gleams
he did glide.
From comet tail he was sprinkled
Of the stars he
was the twinkle
Of God's cheek
he was the dimple
Of God's smile
he was the crinkle.
Out of softest cloud he slept
into mommy
while she slept
Chose the purest of all mothers
Only she.. he'd have no other.
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(to Brandon B)