As the sun doth rise today,I sit in reflection.
Such treasure was born of the end of the rainbow.
The softest of gentle moans and groans.
As blessed the atmosphere be in the room.
Gentle moans and groans, delivered in potency as banshee wails.
That child of mine in such sufferance delivered unto us a son.
A glorious gift the fruit of the loom, delivered within ambient room.
Not one earthly emotion could ever beat, bearing witness to crowning glory.
That beautiful boy is truly sweet.
(c) Livvi