For my son's


Plucked from the world within,
Peace disturbed by worldly din.
Newfound home glaring bright,
Infant blinded by the site.

Old soul moans for shell anew,
Wheel of life is turning true.
Pools of innocence embrace,
Withered, weather-beaten face.

Love for words to great be told,
Arrival proclaimed to young and old.
Joy, free flowing from these eyes,
Thankfully lift up to the skies.

Finely crafted by the gods,
Perfect form against all odds.
Safely passing through the gate,
World of perils do await.

Poetry by Craig Frazer
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Written on 2007-03-19 at 10:16

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Excellent poem on the arrivel of new life.

Kathy Lockhart
this speaks of life and its cycles. Congratulations on your son's arrival. This is a lovely poem for him

really beautifull