Paradigm
 
 
Is it the peaceful passing
of the loved-hued life-throughed
glory of a beckoning sunset
coda to a perfect day
or the awakening hope
of a maiden-blushed new day
 
Is it the new born joy
of a first-born girl or boy
anxiety, fear abated
of the much desired
long awaited
consequence of love
 
Is it the triumph of success
in work social place or play
struggles end achieved
recognition now acquired
ambition realized
aspiration fired
 
Is it the after glow of requited love
where passion's rhythms coincide
satisfied into repose
drifting on an ebbing tide
waiting a resurgent wave
to lift and carry us once more
 
 
Is it wedding day of plighted troth
friends of life and blood conjoin
to celebrate our union, our love
in health and sickness till death divides
the adventure of a union realized
nothing feared, nothing missed, nothing compromised
 
 
Precious, cherished though these are
None can in my deepest self compare
When Poppy fractious, upset, tired
First quiets then snuggles close
In innocence and trust she sleeps
And her pretty dreams
my arms my heart my soul enclose