April is here. I've accepted a poetry challenge. A poem. Every. Day. (What have I gotten myself into? ;)
This poem is inspired by my son and daughter-in-law's foster baby. This young man is three months old and was born two months premature... and he's such a doll.
Big brown eyes
Just learning to side-eye
Fingers so incredibly long
and skinny
I just know you'll be a musician
some day
Beautiful skin,
Like milk chocolate
Legs that never quite relax--
Just like your arms
Two months premature
is way early
You were all chill in
your mama's swimming pool
of a tummy
and
now
you've got to find your way
Someday
Someday you'll grab a handful
of life
(not just my finger)
and this tenuous beginning
will be behind you,
leaving not even a wispy memory
But until someday comes along,
there's today
Oh my..."a hand full of life..." What a line. Kudos to your kids for fostering that sweet baby. You are onto something with this poetry!
ReplyDeleteHere's my poem for you: ♥
ReplyDeleteDitto what Linda and Cathy said. This one makes my heart happy. Thank you for sharing this with us.
ReplyDeleteYou were all chill in
ReplyDeleteyour mama's swimming pool
I need to remember that one!
Love the poem! Makes me want to cuddle a baby. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for sharing this poem.
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