Beneath the starry ebony arch, my nephew
breaths his first festive fair; draw in, dear nephew.
A breeze blends gum tree lemon scent with devotion
sung by a choir of children: God’s near, nephew.
In purring stillness, goats with snowlike coats ignore
your toddler tugs. Like David’s flock, shun fear, nephew.
Roused by silhouettes in canvas white of post light,
my weight becomes your faith this pilgrim year, nephew.
Merriment and eats from booths named after Noah,
Esther, and Moses prompt your milk teeth cheer, nephew.
“No fees,” the pastors say. “The fair is a thank you
to families.” May my love prove as clear, nephew.
breaths his first festive fair; draw in, dear nephew.
A breeze blends gum tree lemon scent with devotion
sung by a choir of children: God’s near, nephew.
In purring stillness, goats with snowlike coats ignore
your toddler tugs. Like David’s flock, shun fear, nephew.
Roused by silhouettes in canvas white of post light,
my weight becomes your faith this pilgrim year, nephew.
Merriment and eats from booths named after Noah,
Esther, and Moses prompt your milk teeth cheer, nephew.
“No fees,” the pastors say. “The fair is a thank you
to families.” May my love prove as clear, nephew.
