Tuesday, November 12, 2013
I forgot about new things.
A butterfly learning it has wings,
a newborn calf standing so soon,
a puppy's first smell of mother,
a kitten's first taste of milk.
I forgot the first snowflake that flew in my eyes,
the squishy mushy feel in my first fist of wet earth,
how I thought the breeze a gentle hand
how I couldn't decide if I liked or not
my first scent of rain.
What's it like for you? So new
to loving touch, unmuffled sounds, so many smells.
Holding you, I know you'll remind me of many new things
as I watch closely the joys of your discoveries.
I know too, I'll never forget
my first sight of you, new.
(I welcome my baby granddaughter born last Thursday. She's beautiful (no bias here.), healthy, and a real joy for the whole family. I've been gone - helping out as grandmas tend to do. Nice to be back for a while.)
Posted by Myrna R. at 11:58 AM