The new born: A Sestina PoemWeep, weep young, naive mother.More Like This
Hold close your child strong father.
For rest must come upon child.
Glow, and cast a shadow moon,
upon the sleeping child's face.
Tender hearts,though weak, do beat.
Hear the rhythmic, steady beat.
Press an ear to child's chest dear mother.
See now the pink of your child's face?
He bears to resemble the eyes of father.
Oh, the eyes they catch the glimmer of the moon.
Such a quiet, soft skinned child.
But ah! Now hear the cries of child!
Oh, how his gently rhythm now beats,
stronger than the white glow of the moon.
Let the child to suckle on your breast mother.
Let them be, for just a time, oh worried father.
Now the new mother stares into her child's face.
Does not he have a gentle face?
An angelic, doe eyed, pink skinned child.
Oh, come and hold him close dear father.
Child hears his fathers, strong and happy beat.
She smiles on at her loves, oh such a lovely mother!
The glimmer catches child's eyes, see now the moon?
Full and bright, like child's eyes,