family poem

we lay
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
in may
night is dark, and the winter winds
i stood by the open casement
in your arms was still delight
will you glimmer on the sea?
she was a beauty in the days
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
she might have known it in the earlier spring
see, from this counterfeit of him
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares