I missed this week's
Slice of Life
Because of him,
But that is OK with me.
He already nuzzles into my shoulder
As if it were an old favorite.
He already gazes into my eyes
As if we were old buddies.
I gaze at him and wonder,
How can I love him
As much as I love his sister?
As much as I love
As much as I love
His cousins?
Is he an old soul?
Yet, brand-new,
Fresh from the oven
Ready to take on this world.
He's still so tiny,
Yet, he's melted my heart,
Rocked my world,
Filled my soul
With scent-of-miracle.
I wonder, as I hold
My miraculous grandchild,
If my Grandmothers felt this way
As they held their
Children's children?
Were they too
Filled with happy tears
As they nuzzled, long ago,
Each of us?
Then, I smile
As I nuzzle, because
I already know the answer.
Your heart grows
As they emerge
Ready to take on this world.
1 comment:
Oh, I love this stanza:
"He's still so tiny,
Yet, he's melted my heart,
Rocked my world,
Filled my soul
With scent-of-miracle."
And I can just see him nuzzling into your shoulder.
Enjoy every single moment. They grow up way too fast.
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