Baby Shoes
Twinkling dew on leaves of pine,
Her face, mirrors sunshine...
With spirit of a songbird,
She chuckles, a happy soul...
Watching the sun retreat,
Behind the icy mountain tops...
She knits baby shoes, in the warm fire,
With threads of gold and wool...
She waits in joy, for her husband,
Whose day of toil, she wishes to erase...
Sharing the good word, as sweet as honey...
As twilight turns the evening sky magical,
She places the dainty shoes on the doorstep...
He comes home, weary and spent...
Lays his eyes on the curious surprise,
Perceives that God has blessed them,
Husband and Wife,
With a little angel, a precious gift...
A spring of happiness gushes in his eyes,
Lighting up her heart, for years to come....
poem by Raihana Abdul Jabbar
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