Blessed one of all

Husband, wife, or child, who is the blessed one of all?

‘Tis a holiday and they are driving through the wild,

“Tell me, Papa, am I prettier than your wife?”

Husband turns around smiling and pats the playful little child,

“Yes, my princess, you are but the sole rose of my life”,

2 am whispers

Sleep deprived, aches trebled, the darkness engulfs flittering memories of the mind,

The yearning is the deepest during the coldest of the hours,

Seek I shall, a tender touch, a fleeting smile, a warm word, if you'd be so kind,

"Hey, you," you whisper, answering one of but a thousand prayers to the gods.