He came last
He is the bow , the cherry, and every other inadequate cliche we use
to describe something needful
that completes.
He was named "Warrior" in my womb, and fills the prophecy effortlessly.
He fights for issues of the heart, and loves with an ancient love.
My world without Gabriel would be an empty
colorless canvas
begging to be drenched in matter.
My love was divinely multiplied the minute I saw him;
Not twice, but infinitely.
Gabriel, Gods' "poema"
He is the bow , the cherry, and every other inadequate cliche we use
to describe something needful
that completes.
He was named "Warrior" in my womb, and fills the prophecy effortlessly.
He fights for issues of the heart, and loves with an ancient love.
My world without Gabriel would be an empty
colorless canvas
begging to be drenched in matter.
My love was divinely multiplied the minute I saw him;
Not twice, but infinitely.
Gabriel, Gods' "poema"
2 comments:
My sweet second grandson! Your mischievious smile and your hearty laugh is contegious and yet, your eyes can be so serious and full of questions.
You have been named correctly:
GABRIEL,send by God!
I love you, little angel.
He IS an angel!
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