The Gift Of Life Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The gift of life
is from earth,
in days of strife
each time's worth;
and what it is
that gives arise,
in first of kiss
of new born ties.

For all is adore
from inside found,
with all it is for
in riches bound;
a gift to make
and nurse right,
a love to awake
to find light.

The gift is you
blossom of day,
if you are true
in all your way;
for life is a touch
a light to shine,
with love so much
each gift to combine.