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