The Infant’s Poem

The wonder of a baby

A story not yet written A scrap of spirit, fallen to earth Wrapped in bone and flesh

A tiny soul, sure of itself and it’s place in the world Child, YOU are your world You are it’s beginning, middle and end

But child you are not only your world You are the world of others too You cannot yet talk, but your cries, squeaks, and gurgles

Speak every language, across every race, across every creed And a smile from you is infectious As others smile with you

Tiny, chubby hands Reaching up from the cradle To be held in gentle arms

To hold you in the hours of darkness as the owl sits on the fence A sacred time of togetherness And of contentment

In time to pass, you will grow And those that love you will continue to love But will never forget the wonder of the tiny little figure you once were