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Dec 2012
The Child**
 
After five of these miracles
you’d think
you were prepared for that moment
the child greets your waiting arms.
 
For some months
you’ve slept together,
even come
so really close
in the act of love.
 
Now her eyes look up for food
you cannot give.
You place her next the gentle curve
of the waiting breast.
 
Her presence dominates your waking self
and now it’s your turn to carry her.
This gift from God,
this wonder of innocence and truth,
she will become everything you are not,
and much more besides.
 
 
©  Nigel Morgan 2010
Nigel Morgan
Written by
Nigel Morgan  Wakefield, UK
(Wakefield, UK)   
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