The Naming
by Mainecoon
There is blood upon her pillows and an infant in her arms.
There are tears on pale cheeks that cannot mask her selfish joy.
Now her newborn must be shielded from the world's most deadly harms,
So she slowly turns to whisper to her precious little boy.
"How I love you, dearest Samwise! Quick, before my time is done,
Climb up here and sit beside me: you've a secret I must hear.
See your sister? She lacks but a name, and you must give her one.
Kiss me this last time, and softly speak the word into my ear."
Hesitating not a moment, Sam leans down to touch the face
Of the marvel vainly clutching at their mother's snowy breast...
And he wonders if the light in her comes from a brighter place
Than this deathbead where an angel will at last find peaceful rest.
Child-lips brush fluttering lashes, kiss the forehead damp and hot.
This would be the greatest secret anyone had ever told.
As the breath that gave him life grew weak, his grief could not be fought.
He choked out the name whose sound was Heaven's calling: "Marigold."
There are smiles upon the woman and the infant in her arms.
There are tears on her son's cheeks that mingle awkwardly with joy
As he lifts his newborn sister, with her unfamiliar charms,
And the flower safely sleeps in the embrace of the small boy.
...end...
by Mainecoon
There is blood upon her pillows and an infant in her arms.
There are tears on pale cheeks that cannot mask her selfish joy.
Now her newborn must be shielded from the world's most deadly harms,
So she slowly turns to whisper to her precious little boy.
"How I love you, dearest Samwise! Quick, before my time is done,
Climb up here and sit beside me: you've a secret I must hear.
See your sister? She lacks but a name, and you must give her one.
Kiss me this last time, and softly speak the word into my ear."
Hesitating not a moment, Sam leans down to touch the face
Of the marvel vainly clutching at their mother's snowy breast...
And he wonders if the light in her comes from a brighter place
Than this deathbead where an angel will at last find peaceful rest.
Child-lips brush fluttering lashes, kiss the forehead damp and hot.
This would be the greatest secret anyone had ever told.
As the breath that gave him life grew weak, his grief could not be fought.
He choked out the name whose sound was Heaven's calling: "Marigold."
There are smiles upon the woman and the infant in her arms.
There are tears on her son's cheeks that mingle awkwardly with joy
As he lifts his newborn sister, with her unfamiliar charms,
And the flower safely sleeps in the embrace of the small boy.
...end...
