Ode to my Babe
© Chris Barry
With arms cuddled in a cradling fold
Eternally craving your babbling voice
Blesseth was I to bosom your warmth
Embracing your Being, how I rejoice
In sprouting Spring you were a mystery
In sun-gazed Summer your presence did shine
In amber Autumn, I hushed your infancy cries
In wintry Winter your Spirit fled mine
Angels ushered your Spirit home
Breathless presence in a swathe unfold
Death impoverished my dreams of thee
Whilst grief blotted out your epithet untold
Bewilderment bequeathed by Spiritual departure
Watching nocturnal creatures vacillate in flight
Whence infancy silence shadows my Being
I thirst immortality belief to illuminate night
END
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