Full Circle
The woman proudly displayed it, as if she could tell the future.
Little did she know her nine months of pride,
were going to be years of pure beauty.
The woman carried him with pride,
I know this because of the results.
You ask me to bet on it, I say just take a look at him.
Because he was carried proudly by a woman on a mission.
For nine long months, days and nights combined,
the hero grew strongly.
For each breath she took, I know he kicked with joy,
anticipating the day he blessed the world with his presence.
Counting hours till he kicked right into this lost world.
No worries, for he will be one of its few great things.
Today its the big day, a hero is born among us.
Call them all, those close and those unknown.
Come see beauty the way only God intended.
But he is just a child, you say.
True, but he will grow into a man, real to the core.
Call the singers, pull out the drums and let the dancers move.
Form a circle, join your hands and don't forget your best clothes.
Light a fire, bring the gifts, sing the night away.
Give him a hero's welcome,
make sure it'll be remembered long after the stones wash away.
Years have come and gone, the world has changed with each day.
We've changed with the wind and floated with the water.
You ask me again, were my predictions true?
I ask you my own, can't you see him shine?
In a world forever changing, a world violent and harsh,
he has only gotten stronger, his light shines so bright.
He lives his life in truth, taking each step with dignity.
He walks like a real man and for those who look its clear.
On that beautiful day, I know there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
On that day God himself was very pleased with his work.
The heavens rejoiced, applause erupted.
But if you ask me what happened that day my answer is very simple.
That day an angel was born, but his halo only shines in my eyes.
Dedicated to m 8yr old nephew...!!!
What a lovely dedication, too!
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting me and the comment :)
beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely and I love the way you used the word 'hero'. Your nephew is blessed with a nice aunt. The title is so apt for the post. Love both the title and post.
ReplyDeleteAww.....so sweet! I love this!!
ReplyDeleteHello Poetic soul,
ReplyDeleteAnother lovely lovely poem, and what a precious dedication to your nephew, I almost thought the poem was about Jesus, until the end. He would certainly fit those qualifications too.
Hope your nephew gets to see this lovely poem
and that it touches his heart that he has an
aunt who loves him so much,
blessings, Nellie
What a loving tribute for your nephew.
ReplyDeletei love this...what a great tribute to your nephew...he was carried proudly by a woman on a mission...great line!!!
ReplyDeleteLovely. Very nice poem. Loved it. Thanks for sharing. Also thanks for stopping by my blog and dropping ur comment.
ReplyDeleteVery nice tribute to your nephew.
ReplyDeleteYou have a positive and strong voice in your words; I like it ~
Beautiful tribute; I hope someday when you have your own children you will visit these words with joyful anticipation~ xXx
ReplyDeletelovely!
ReplyDeleteAww... so uplifting, especially:
ReplyDelete"Call the singers, pull out the drums and let the dancers move.
Form a circle, join your hands and don't forget your best clothes.
Light a fire, bring the gifts, sing the night away.
Give him a hero's welcome,
make sure it'll be remembered long after the stones wash away"
and the halo in your eyes!
I love this! I love the way you weave a hero's tale for him because in truth that is what he is, isn't he?
ReplyDeleteYou have one of the gifts that I truly wish that I had.
This is a lovely tribute to your nephew!
ReplyDeleteSo uplifting!
Thanks for sharing!
What an awesome tribute to your nephew ... it demonstrates a mighty love!! Hope he grows up realizing this gift for him! Great post!
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