Christmas continues...
I see thee, little child in your mother's lap.
In you the impossible has come to be,
Creator enters creation and takes a nap
As mother you did make sings lullaby to thee.
(I wrote that as an exercise in writing a 4 line stanza, but it wants to be longer. Something to work on later!)
Oh structured poetry. Yikes. I am a rebel. Free Verse for me.
Bravo for you to do this. I just loose it when I try.