First Born
I stood alone... you in your cot.
I rode the stars...you felt it not.
Your mind unable to comprehend,
Oblivious of my presence there.
By uncoordinated reflexes
Your tiny arms stirred up the air.
Lying there, how could you feel
What I felt, three feet away?
I ached to hold you in my hand.
I couldn't .... a glass pane barred my way.
Events transcend our sense of space,
The miracle of yesterday.
Experience your child's birth!
Another time...another place.
So close ...and yet so far away.
This paradox of life on Earth.
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Truth Is...
A first glimpse of a newborn child,
Adapting to a different life.
A baby's smiling, wordless sounds,
Responding to a parent's voice.
The sweet smell of an infant's hair,
Held while raveling sleep's cobwebs.
A toddler's questioning, backward glance,
As a world's limits expand.
A youth's wide eyes and arched eyebrow,
For concepts newly visualized.
Unsung, unheralded happenings;
All these things, and many more,
Performed a billion times today...
And tomorrow, as before.
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The Hammock
Snared within its spidery web,
Back and forth we gently sway,
Your little head upon my arm
Oblivious of the passing day,
Resting in the hammock's fold
Because you're young... and I, too old.
If old were suddenly young again!
If time could only swing like this!
Rejuvenated, reversing course...
But all would end in chaos, not bliss.
Caught inside this pendulum ride,
You cradled snugly by my side,
I dare not move ... you soundly sleep.
My pillowed arm begins to ache,
But that's all right. Too soon you wake,
And soon I sleep ... and sleep ... and sleep.
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