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Kiss the Sun
By Aisha H.

In the morning I wake to the beaming eyes of the sun
I am instantly taken by a sweet calm comparable to a brisk breeze where a river runs
The way he shines through my window warms the very vessel of my heart
I know he will be with me throughout the day-we will never part
I reach out to the sun and lift him to feel the warmth against my face
As I kiss the sun I bring him in close-a sweet embrace
His tiny rays tickle my skin….I grin
I sit and admire the way he lights up the room
And fills the air with a sweet and odorless perfume
The sun is so pure and organic
Untainted by impurities hovering below him because he rises so high
The sun rises so high, as the arms of the clouds lift him up in the sky
So thankful for these moments
What a beautiful sight to see
He feeds my soul and brings nourishment to my body
I kiss the sun good night and fall fast to sleep
Soon morning will come and I will rise again to the beaming eyes of the sun.


I wrote this poem for my son in March of 2011. Desi was 2 months old and being able to wake up everyday to such a beautiful baby was (and is) such a blessing. 

Night Night


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