In a light patches of March golden sunny
it’s audible of crying child, who doesn’t sleep.
She was foretold by spring a pretty sonny,
and she concerns a cheek of baby lips.
All passed months in fever expectation
she waited for his birth without rest.
And now in arms this tiny desired creation
peacefully sucks her beauty filled breast.
Ahead a circuit happy nights but sleepless
and wild delight from first and sudden words,
and it's a warm of baby hands weightless,
embracing her as the infinite world.
First-born son
© Copyright: Евгений Кабалин, 2010
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