Love Made Flesh In My Hand.

Love made flesh in my hands.

©-MFB III

 

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Breathless I was

at your Cesarean entrance,

amidst bloody bandages,

and flesh spread into a portal,

tiny head bent, and bloody,

fists clenched as you emerged,

to cry out at the world's embrace.

Dumbstruck I grew when they,

brought you to me all fresh and clean,

and wrapped in soft cloth.

What gift of God is this,

perfection granted,

but once in my life,

love made flesh in my hands,

blue eyes wide with wonder,

gazing deeper into mine,

then even my own retrospections.

6 pounds of precious

this wingless angel

my son, my sun,

who I will orbit around

until I fall meteor like

into the depths

of the


earth..............

 

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Where one day he will stand breathless,

amidst my octogenarian exit,

if fate allows,

among blood red roses

and flesh spread into a portal

that grants entrance to eternal rest

weary head bent, and wrinkled

fists unclenched, and hands crossed

as my soul cries out,

at this world's denial,

of my son, my sun.

Dumbstruck and cold,

prepared and wrapped,

in a satin lined box,

all fresh and clean.

What a gift of God was this,

my Life, and him,

perfection sustained,

and blessing me so much more,

then once in my many days,

love made flesh in my hands.

Blue eyes wide with tears now

gazing deeply

with fond reflections

as they lower me into

the womb of Mother earth

where 166 pounds of

flesh are exchanged

for an angel with wings

bearing my soul beyond

my son, my sun,

with fond farewells

and the knowledge

we will meet again

when he is reborn to me

in a heavenly embrace

 

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Jewels 6 years ago from Australia

Beautiful. I love the way your work flows. This wingless angel, my son my sun.

Hope you showed this to him.


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MFB III 6 years ago from United States Author

Thanks Jewels, yes I have read it to him and given him a copy along with the many other poems I wrote for him which are in a special book for him to keep.Thanks for your comment.~~MFB III

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