On the night that you were born, the air was calm and sweet. <br />The sun had set itself on down imposed it's feat, repeat. <br />Trees were browned and yellowed, fair, and leaves a flutter down. <br />And painted boldly all around, new carpets on the ground. <br /> <br />On the night that you were born, this welling up I bare. <br />A feeling new that I'd not bore before your getting there. <br />A tiny life that came from me and mother brave and true. <br />And all the while I'm bursting through, knew I'd be proud of you. <br /> <br />On the night that your were born, no thoughts of worldly plight. <br />I only focused hearty things like 'such a lovely sight.' <br />I dreamed of you as you would grow threw days so calm and sweet. <br />I'd help you gobble up this world placed firmly at your feet. <br /> <br />On the night that you were born, heard harp and sounding horns. <br />And I would walk, I'd carry you thru broken shards and thorns. <br />I'd spend each day too close to you so you might understand, <br />this wacky, whimsical, world of yours while holding tight your hand. <br /> <br />Now looking back when you were born, it seems just yesterday. <br />The true reward I've grown to know's not something I can say. <br />Funny how I tote this love, no pounds do I adorn. <br />I weigh my life by special scale, 'The Night That You Were Born.<br /><br />Thomas Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-night-that-you-were-born/
