Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Tale Weaver’s Prompt August 10, 2017. The prompt has to do with birth.
Or lives may fade, flicker out,
Although time is short, new youth shout.
Wild being young; then mellow,
As life reaches end, they’ll bellow.
At death’s cruelty at snatching,
Their loved ones stolen before their time, thus grasped —
Death doing his duty, aiding the sick to pass.
In grief we forget they’re two sides,
More than death, new life born crying.
Lusty wales, that mother’s yearn —
To hear when their baby’s have learned,
Peace in the womb, is no longer.
Time to live, greet both Dad and Mom;
Promise of life, legacy in children cherished,
We all die, but we also train the youth and build them.
As necessary as death, is —
Our sweet infants crying so hard.
Swaddled, held close, loved with full hearts,
Provided best, us making do —
With the old, ensuring kids have food.
All their needs, some wants, so they know they too belong.
Not spoiling, letting them control, but nurturing strong.
So baby held within my arms,
I promise you, here there’s no harm.
As a babe and child, I can keep —
You safe, but you’ll grow learning; sweets —
Too many you’ ll become ill and keen.
You don’t listen, life can be mean —
It’s no piece of cake; but I’ll let you be little, although —
You’ll hate me; life has enough time for forgiveness too.
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