Bud of the Rose

Tender hands,
Sweet blooming smiles.
Petal soft skin,
Of a beautiful child.
Cozy warmth,
Sun dancing above,
A promising ballet,
Of a bright future of love.
Flowered dreams,
And wishes unfold.
Visions aglow,
Are flushed with gold.
Unrestrained,
 To grow in pride.
A wild spray,
In love abides.
Blossoming hues,
This day is chose.
For us to receive,
The bud of the rose.
-Wendy L Kohlhoff
© 1991

For Trystan...I love you like my own.