Found them there, the mother and the baby...

Perhaps it was destined too
That me would get pictures of You,
Mother, O how you,
Keep coming back
To me like a beauty
Like my heart's sole joy,
Like my only way of getting bless...
Perhaps...

Like there You me sees
Again and again,
In this joyous rain,

By Jove,

Mother...
I see you there
Holding in Your softest palms
Your Holy Child,
O sleeping wrapped
Feet almost touching His mouth,

O what a Bless !
What a bliss!
To see You there
Like a mother
Holding a child,
And the breeze autumnal mild,
Carrying blossoms so fragrant there...

(Note : on a painting by Sam Carlos, thanks to Sue Lobo,)