The birds were singing <br />You could hear grass growing <br />Your soul could feel heaven <br />As a gentle little breeze <br />Was occationally blowing. <br /> <br />As I taken him within my arms <br />Holding him ever so close <br />His anxiousness excitingly <br />Showing through his spirit <br />As he extended his arms towards me. <br /> <br />I felt his lashes <br />Gently blink <br />As he laid upon my breast. <br />I felt his breath <br />Deeply sniffed <br />As he gently slept <br />Yet firmly <br />I felt his caress. <br /> <br />His warmth <br />His love <br />I felt within. <br />His care <br />His concerns <br />Pounded within my heart <br />As I held him <br />Deeper than close. <br /> <br />When he awakened <br />His eyes met mine <br />Revealing beyond <br />Sleeps deep imagination. <br />I felt his love penetrate <br />I knew his need <br />I surrendered <br />And I began to feed <br />His silent request <br />With tenderness and anticipation. <br />I humbled myself <br />I respected the ambience <br />And submitted to my instinct <br />A woman's obligation. <br /> <br />The breath of life <br />The beatuty of life <br />The trust of considertion. <br />To have and to hold <br />Ones total control <br />You hold wihin your arms <br />The heart of anothers soul. <br />The sounds of the unheard <br />The stories of the untold <br />The bindings of only the soul.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-breath/
