With Child** Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Night has now come
I sit, a happy man.
The hike was long
and she is now with child.
More rest the nanny said
and keep the spirits mild.

A single sheet of silk
I tucked it round her skin
when will there be her milk
I ask with my sly grin.

I gaze upon her dress
it hangs, all neat and still
she's naked, and I bless
man's liking of a thrill.

Her breath, life's oxygen
is silent in its smile
her hair still holds a pin
perhaps Italophile?

I watch her sleep until
my heart says go and hold
and in I go and will
be taken in her fold.

There is no greater joy
no portrait could reveal
the LOVE of a small boy
the kiss shall be the seal.