Unlike the title, the poem itself is darker in meaning.
Lay, sweet child
Upon your bed, adorned with thornroses
Do not stir from your mist of peace.
Allow the sweet bliss to dance 'round your head.
Dream of warm sun and swaying flowers,
Of birds singing and children laughing.
Ignore the sharp pricks on your smooth, soft skin,
Attached to your bed of red roses,
Drinking your sweet, red nectar flowing freely.
Lay, sweet child.
We shall watch,
As you float into the arms of After.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th