A Child's Touch

Streaming along the hems are tiny hands of endless time...passing, flowing, journeying,
Weary eyes see what music these touches her lonely soul with every tear of joy;
He can feel her heart beat for the debt of being loved,
Sadness can't even pay this child's innocence, for his aching mind hungers;
A single rose could prick her skin, yet little hand's folly could hurt more,
Dreams of reality run through their veins, tomorrow's days are a wonder;
Her feet can't keep off the ground, what happiness lingers in every moment,
Playful thoughts dance along their garden of beauteous flowers;

A heart with a home is found within this mother's arms,
The hourglass stood guilty of her moving and loving presence;
An unforgettable place renders under the sun...warm, dear, tender,
Butterfly kisses afloat in the wind, they seem dainty with his catching lips...one, two, three;
She found herself enlightened with this bantling's smile,
A newfound glory shines through the night brightly...beckoning, enticing;
Knocking through heaven's door as minutes go by,
To unend won't be a pestilent crime between these two hearts;

Destiny is lying in this child's silent words...so softly speaking,
A paragon so sacred with her whole-hearted given prayer;
Sleepful nights hum along so soundly, soothing and serene,
Precious words through countless seconds remain strong;
Her hands caress the small lines of his fragile body,
Every bit of the taste of him recalled...now and forever remembered;
A savour of this rekindled treasure kept overflowing,
In this child's melodic touch.