The Night Of His Birth. Poem by Penny T

Twas the night of the annunciation when all through the house
not a thing was moving, not even a mouse
When the angel appeared she was revered
The star peeked out of the clouds and peered


As the angel appeared, he said before dawn
Mary would have a son to spawn
she would name him Jesus which she gets to squeeze
She was greatly pleased


Now it is the night of his birth when a yellow manger came into blue
That's when she said 'I love you' for the first time and it was true
She would love him with all her heart
But she could never part


Has she felt joy in the Crisp morning air as she rode the mare
And then, without a minute to spare
She gets to go home with her newborn son
And for today my story is done