Thurman P. Woodfork

LITTLE BABY PATRIOT

Sweet little
patriot babe,
dreaming
infant
dreams,
I hope you
wake to
velvet nights
gilded with
the moon’s
luminous
beams.

May your days
be filled with
wondrous gifts
from across
the
universe;
may every
journey
you
undertake
offer joyous
paths to
traverse.

May war never
wound
your soul
or adversity
furrow
your
brow;
if only life
would
allow you
to remain
as innocent
as you are
now…

I wish you
golden puppies,
and unicorns
with silver
wings,
lovely sapphire
bluebirds
to follow you
about and
sing,

brilliant ruby
sunrises to warm
you on your
way,
kaleidoscopes
of rainbows
to mark the
end of
day.

With
Father’s
strength
to cherish you,
and Mother’s
love
to nourish you
beneath God’s
quickening
sun,
may you be a
boon to all
mankind
throughout
a long life’s
run…

may gentle
seraphim
grace your
path when
your work,
at last, is
done.