The Quiet Roar (Child)
The quiet roar
Of the awakened child,
Still as night sleeping in the bassinet
Stirring, gently blanketed.
Comforted by God's morning embrace,
And opens wide its narrow mouth,
And awakens from sleeping, slumber,
Only after being gently nudged awake.
Sunlight streaming in
Through the double-lined curtains,
In unison with the day's radiance.
Coffee not yet brewing,
Because the senses are awakening,
The gift of the proud parents,
Of the child to be.
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