Lost in the undecided light
which lies between the night and dawn.
When wisps of mist shine pearly white.
like shredded remnants of fine lawn
The waiting time that hesitates,
uncertain of its future role.
The growing light facilitates
its transformation: Makes it whole.
The sky ignites; a living flame
spreads from the east and fills the sky.
To all the world it stakes its claim.
New life burst forth triumphantly.
A new born babe yells lustily.
Enters the world reluctantly
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Ivor, this is so lovely, so full of care and respect....what a lovely tribute to wonderful Tara......marci.m.xo