angelic insomnia: held
held
when I held you in my arms
and stroked the soft hairs upon your fragile crown
a feeling of happiness overwhelmed me-
combined with the ache of longing.
How I wish you were mine child,
How I wish I had born you
i think of my future now
and when the day comes
that children are born to me
I pray dearly that I shall once more
feel the contentment,
that I felt today,
Whilst you lay in my arms.
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Copyright Rebecca Page 1999.
