so they say, as the father gathers his son in his arms, to have and
hold, from this day onward. Such are the words of promise between
two who love.
father leans to kiss the brow of the son, the golden mane falling
to drift like filigree on the son's gossamer silken cap, gold on gold.
So much alike.
golden child, son of his golden father, smiles in wonder at the fall
of burnished locks, and reaches high with perfect hands of such smallness
as to bring a fullness of love to overwhelm this unique being who
names him 'son'.
they are alike, yet not alike, as all who see and wonder at their
being say in gentle, loving whispers.
who loves them both beyond all measure weeps unshed tears of joy,
these two for whom life will be so full and fair. She smiles, watching
in candle-glimmer and jewelled shadow the tender care of this new
father, and hears the velvet murmur of softest rhyme as he soothes
the child with love.
love he has; too much, some would say, his heart so great and gentle.
But to those who hold his heart in thrall, he gives all he has and
more, and to this, his son, he gives his very soul. For he is now
complete, at peace, his broken heart now healed, and the woman who
loves both man and child can now rejoice.
sees him trace his son's fair face, great, clawed hands so deft and
kind. Not a scratch, not a mark, so feather-light the child smiles
with joy at his father's touch. Her heart will surely burst with love,
she thinks, to see them both, and calls softly in the flickering light.
then she knows her heart will burst as man and child turn enchanted
eyes to she who guards their love. For each gaze is the same.
azure blue that pierces deep within her soul, and innocence and passion
blaze with equal fire in father and son. In that one moment she knows,
can see and feel the bond that binds them all, body, heart and soul,
and she is with them as she surrenders to the song of love that hums
father feels her joy, and a smile so small yet so perfect shows the
glint of sharpest white on his noble face.
son," he says, his voice the gentlest voice she has ever heard,
kiss to both man and child completes the bond.
my love. Your son. And he is beautiful, as are you."
father turns once more to watch the child, and wonder fills his gaze.
then, as opal fire gleams in azure gaze and tears pool crystal in
the bluest depths
he is whole at last, free and unfettered in love for woman and child.
now he knows
he knows that love is all.