My first blessing.

Foot of New Born by anekoho/

Those eyes,

so pure and innocent,

snaring me.

That skin,

so soft and beautiful,

waiting to be kissed.

The hair,

so fine,

angel wisps between my fingers.

This fragile being,

my creation,

my dependent,

taught me

the true meaning of love.

My first divine gift.

My child,

my everything.

© 2012

A gift to myself.

Golden Gift Box by Master isolated images/

As I look into the mists of the future

I see the hands reaching for me,

coaxing me forward,

tempting my mind to wonder.

But my feet are firm.

I remain grounded

and resist the pull.

For here is now.

Now is the present.

The present is my gift.

© 2011