Children not

                                                                                                                                                  Born just yet

                                                                                                                                                  Merrily

                                                                                                                                                  Laugh for me

                                                                                                      Hand in ours, 

                                                                                                      Dancing hours,

                                                                                                      Dreaming, you

                                                                                                      Lead through blue.

 

Privately

Whisper sweet

Wishes or

Melodies.

                                    Sing to us

                                    Lullabies,

                                    Stories of

                                    Chivalry.

My knights and

Maids fully

Armed, you will

Slay all foes.

Lavender

Wafts from your

Neck. Yours soon

We will be.

                                                                                When is soon?

Tunes of your

Character

Make me yearn.

                                                                                                            Swirling dress,

                                                                                                            Toes on heels:

                                                                                                            Please know this

                                                                                                            Shall be real.

                                                                        Faces of

                                                                        Babes, all so

                                                                        Plump, have me

                                                                        Long for you.

                                    Only our

                                    Lord’s face can

                                    Parallel

                                    Yours, Momma.

                                                                        Soothed by missed

                                                                        Young not made,

                                                                        Lovingly,                                                                    

                                                                       I will wait.