Emma Poem by R. K. Hart

Tiny little one in her cot asleep,
One just cannot resist a peep.
Sounds of gentle giggles from sweet lips,
From which a blue bird might sip.

Then comes those sunny days,
Days in a garden where a toddler plays.
A cubby where tea is served in plastic cups,
Guests include Mum, Dad and Molly the pup.

Now who is this womanly picture I see,
A picture of femininity in greatest purity.
Causing those that love her to brim with pride,
All achieved as in the Lord her God she abides.

Emma remember in all your days,
Our love is above fine gold we appraise.
No matter which path you may travel,
God’s love, our love will never unravel.

R. K. Hart.4/10/2013