Comes The Day: The Child Grows
Watching her child and lover play, carefree
Knowing family exists, from the bench a
Memory comes to she, the head of family.
His smile and funny face made her laugh,
His tickling of sides and underarms such
Force yet so gentle, “Father, I love you.”
Tears held back, headstone hides his face,
“Lord, why? How could you let this be, no.”
Acid tears burn away her faith, if she knew.
The Lord lost His smile that day, His Angel,
The Special One of His love turned away,
If only she knew, He helpless to the Fates.
But the future He can weave though only
For His eyes to see and know why, only
With the eyes of another will she His love.
With fun and joys of a child the truth of
Life catches the innocent, she crinkled her
Eyes as flowing through the days forgotten.
The greatest pains yet to come, not today,
In the path of the past, he stood, firm and
Tall with the strength, her strength, it held.
Not today nor never the glow of his face did
It shout, no fear only love she felt from him,
She ruled him she knew, this moment not.
He saved her, she saved him, past is dead,
Her lover raised the child her eyes saw in
The park, there he stood in front of her.
Comes the day, the child grows into the
Woman she was meant to be, true love
Being the water making her what God saw.
The meaning of life she to him, with her
Love, God forged Him a man, an eternal
Lover for her, to stand by her side forever.
With returned Faith in her heart, she ran
And caught the child in mid-air, memories
Of old to be laughter, a folly of tomorrow.
Arms around her waist so at ease she felt,
Only the future she saw of living as family,
Her lips on his, eyes up His clouds smiled,
His Special Angel child now child no more.
– Steven Louis Ernest
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