A beautiful life of two months...

A tiny life bud, just minutes ago,
came into existence
Cuddled in its soft and warm
blanket of love and hope
It grows and grows
until it knows
that he was meant to be
God's precious one
and his parents' too
Oh! How beautiful it is to feel!

Proliferation and development
seem to define his life for now.
His tiny limbs shoot out
so he could race
to embrace his dearest mother.
Kind brown eyes, a little heart
to share his love with all
To be doted upon
by Daddy dear
Oh! How beautiful it is to feel!

The days pass, by and by,
through the winter, into spring.
A flicker of anticipation
in his month-old brain
as he awaits for colours bright.
Now all he feels is darkness
and warm fluid cushioning him.
Reality and the ethereal
connected by that life-link
Oh! How beautiful it is to feel!

A firm resolve, to be the best -
The apple of his parents' eyes,
Who'll bring them a bundle of joy
with gratitude and prosperity
after seven more months have passed.
Little he knew, his little dreams
were to be shattered soon and fast.
His enemies, none other than
the parents he so cherished
Oh! How blissful is oblivion!

They strangled, throttled, crushed so hard
Their happy courier from The Postman Above
T'was too heavy, a burden to us
How could we keep him properly?
And so did they despise, and so reject.
The little one, in all innocence lay
in the womb, now his catacomb
His dying words, "I forgive you,
but may you be able to forgive yourselves."
Oh! T'was short, but beautiful to live!