That look of love, from your eyes,
As you hear, the newborns cries,
Creates that special bond, for another
And is the name for you, Mother.
Congratulations on this day of joy,
You have a girl for you to enjoy.
The last flowers that bloomed this Fall,
Have wilted and faded, to none at all.
The colors that were so intense,
Have darkened, so there is no pretense
Of life, as their hardened stems sing
"I'm gone and won't bloom, 'til Spring.
Here I sit, again,
before the morning light.
Writing out the words,
coming at darkest night.
I'm tired, with aching head,
telling me "Go back to bed."
For just a few minutes,
I must stay,
or my words
will quickly, go away.