Birth
From the cradle of innocent birth,
comes the embracing touch of immaculate worth,
amidst sweeping streams of watery weariness,
looming life awakening tender delicate features,
Beauty only a breath away from facing a new world,
The end event begins reality; strong and sacred,
Bright and sanguine, first they are soft then toned,
And every celebration honors the new home.
Drawn by skilful proportion through wavering pool,
from cradled rest to wanton breast of a mother’s womb,
Where the realm of nature gives birth to life,
And creation groan with stronger breathe incite,
birth let time bring delivery of beautiful species,
Which knows not the wait the universe accepts?
poem by Gerry Legister
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