Poetry - A Reva Collection

a hidden treasure

that awaits

these precious gems

 

they glow and glitter

never to be sold

 

a gift for the price

of growing old

 

let go of youth

it’s a trade

not to be made

 

we have a special place

in the hearts

of our blessings

 

of which

each year

there is so much gain

 

who would have known

we own

so much love

to give

 

we live

to watch them grow

 

their being

like petals

unfold

 

water them with love

and they bloom

 

there are no words

for these pearls

of joy

 

our childrens’

baby girls

and boys…