Friday Poem: Infant

That baby again...


Soft tender helpless bundle
Casing of a soul
Newborn caterpillar angel child
I want to hold you here against my skin
Beside my heart
Sweet little grub
What glows behind your eyes
Is old as God
So perfect in your still unfinished state
My soul salutes you
Cradled on my breast.

Next week, I plan to post something not about the joy of babies, but for now…my grand daughter isn’t even two weeks old, and already she’s growing, learning, and changing every day. Childbirth is ordinary and commonplace – thousands of babies are born every day all around the world, and yet each one is unique and wonderful and a minor miracle of nature.