baby shower poem

my mother twines me roses wet with dew
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
when you come tonight
there is an hour of peaceful rest
since, if you stood by my side today
the air is full of dawn and spring
let us pity those who are better off than we are
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
when i returned at sunset
grieve not for the invisible
out of the deep and the dark
the old songs