all images and text copyright to J.R.Marsden
Oh bleak is the day,
and yet strong is my heart.
With gifts of Godparentage,
brought by phone dart.
Enamoured by googlings giggling and goo,
forever adoring this person brand new.
Sent into the world,
to our friends left to grow,
to weed and to flower,
to blossom to know.
And us,
what for our part,
our gift in this act?
To love and to cherish,
share joys unabashed.
With silver, with gold,
with love till we're old.
Hearts do not age,
they mature like fine wine,
ever enlarging.
Oh, Share mine with thine.
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