Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Chattered Noise

My child

With the chattered noise of a
little child I find myself
feeling cozy
and
warm,

Every time baby coos I am
lifted up to Heaven;
brought back down
in God's
arm.

And when I pick the child up
and clasp it to my
chest, it feels
like love
defined,

I try to hold on to this child of
mine as long as I can,
I press baby
to my
mind.

Yorktown Disciple