What Love Begets

 

What Love Begets

Life, set to grow, to love, and learn, a blossoming plume,

Like a tiny bud, beginning to burst, into a beautiful bloom.

Her gorgeous eyes, like radiant gems, that sparkled bright,

Set within her joyful smiles, of happiness, and pure delight.

Her unfiltered curiosity, and inquisitive mind, a tiny sponge,

Being gently nurtured, prepared for life, to take the plunge.

Her tender heart, more precious than, its weight in gold,

And her enchanting innocence, a great pleasure to behold.

Alas, now the captivating colour, from her face has passed,

Her gentle breath has gone; her heart has pulsed its last.

At her side, her devoted parents, stricken with disbelief,

Unable to hide the agony borne, now wracked with grief.

Together lost, within the salty stream, of tears they cried,

As sadness tugs, at their souls, like painful knots inside.

With devoted hearts still tethered to the love, they’ve lost,

Their miserable minds, still too sensitive, to weigh the cost.

Father too emotive, wrought, with the unbearable pain,

Mother powerless, to bring back, her infant’s life again.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Oct 2022)