There are some lovely things in life That tantalize the eye. The rainbows and the waterfalls Are part of nature's try. Yet there is nothing lovelier Or deemed of greater worth, Than a child, with its mother In those moments after birth. The mother glows with growing love That started months before, And blossoms with each passing day To last forever more. The child is so small and soft That lies upon her chest, And snuggles up to mother's warmth While getting needed rest. To see this purity of love Brings joy for all who see, And there could never be a sight More beautiful to me. © James O'Brien Oct. 2002