Magic Spell...

Magic Spell…

The joy the happiness, the gaiety, the delight,

The completeness, the gratitude, all at their height.

Her eyes were closed but I could see her soul,

She was my masterpiece, an angel so very pure.

Held her in trembling hands, whispering, ‘Oh My’,

My brain was foggy, but spirits were high.

Her tiny fingers held mine tight and around,

Assured her without a word, ‘you are safe and sound.’

She was mine, now and for tomorrow,

For years to come, in joy and in sorrow.

Silently I smiled, and held close my adorable prize,

As my tears rolled, she opened her eyes to my surprise.

The magic that prevailed was understandable to me,

But its miraculous spell has till today engulfed me.