A Day

As dawn casts its morning rays

onto the world, into my eyes,

pictures and dreams come as I lay,

and on the wind tosses a cry.

With groaning, pain, and tears of joy,

I see a child slip onto this earth.

Mother's eyes often watch the boy

and moisten still, knowing his worth.

The golden sphere rises higher

as the day travels slowly by,

and I see the boy growing taller

and hear Mama's and Papa's sighs.

They train and pray and pray and train,

teaching and molding steadily.

They know he will not long remain,

so on they press in word and deed.

As the sun casts its evening light

upon the leafy trees beyond,

I dream I see a touching sight:

a parting, the tearing of a bond.

Husband and wife tenderly watch

as son, now man, to battle goes.

Their arrow, sharpened, has been launched

into a world of joys and woes.

"Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate." Psalm 127:3-5

Written while I avoid a pre-calculus quiz.