Victor's Grandson prompted this one;-)
Isn't life a joy beyond imagining
When a child is born to us?
Can there be any greater happening
Than when families become a chorus.
Oh sweet melody of life's golden symphony
Seasons pregnant birthing spring
Nothing can compare to the cacophony
Of a baby when first it sings.
Look: it smiles, it beams,
Its eyes seraphic twinkle, deep lapis lazuli,
Enchanting, magically enticing, endearing,
Urging its mother to a hug, a kiss
Soft as the early sun on its puffy cheeks.
Captivating, it melts the heart,
Then strikes, straight at the sweet milk
Of the mother's full breast.
2006-etw& Victor Buhagiar