My baby's cradle's finials
are tipped in sparkling light;
we're rocking through the Milky Way tonight
into the morn where she'll be born
and stream into my sight -
the falling star I'm wishing to hold tight.
© Marcy Jarvis
A contest entry
- the crescent of maternal moon by Pamela A Lamppa.
1050 points, ended December 1, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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aw what a sweet poem to read. This poem is perfect for little kids
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Beautiful thoughts on the coming birth of a child and maternal nurturing that is yet to be.
One of the most beautiful gifts is the gift of being a mother. To know is it is special, to be it is everything.
Thank you for such a lovely entry. ~Pamela
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This is close to...
Sleep, sleep, Beauty Bright.
Rest thy soul til the Morning's Light.
Gone as song, but live's on on the page! -
This is beautiful, simple and serene.
Best of luck in this contest
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Very charming poem. I like the dreamy rhythm and the word choice is wonderful. I had to check to see if I really knew what a finial was.
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awww... this is so touching! A excellent take on the prompt.
Very impressive best of luck in the contest. 
Delila
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