Butterfly Kiss

by Philip G Bell

A stroke of an eyelash upon a cheek
A touch so soft from a child so meek
Nestled close upon the dawn
And from that little one, a yawn

The eyes are closed upon a face
The living form of silk and lace
A button nose, a twitch and then
A hand to rest it back again

Two lips closed in resting now
Such is perfection, I wonder how
An artist could ever find to mix
The shades upon a palette fix

As I stroke the hair upon the head
Of this sweet child asleep in bed
A tear of joy I shed this day
And words of thanks to God I pray

A stroke of an eyelash upon a cheek
A touch so soft from a child so meek
And all my thoughts flash back to this
Moment in time, my Butterfly Kiss.

26-Feb-2006

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