NEWBORNA Poem by alanwgrahamsome thoughts on the birth of our first grandson LeoNewborn
but for these sweet moments I let the babe sleep I gaze in rapture on him lying content in the crook of my arm
newly teased from womb to world from dark to light from warmth to chill
flesh of my flesh my first grandchild
these few precious guileless months of cooing, laughing, gurgling crying in want, in hunger before the fall puts word to tongue words of praise, words of love words of cunning, words of anger
the human stain the serpents apple
but for this moment the babe sleeps sweetly newborn, innocent this pause in time
but no blank canvas his warp and weft stretch backward and forward begat upon begat from past to future
from a grandmother, those green eyes from an Irish bard, that love for words from a roman peasant, the dimpled cheek to a grandaughter, that red hair
but for this sweet moment let the babe sleep innocent as a lamb for the moment ……. © 2018 alanwgrahamFeatured Review
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22 Reviews Added on January 27, 2018 Last Updated on January 31, 2018 AuthoralanwgrahamScotland, United KingdomAboutMarried with three kids, I retired early from teaching physics but have always enjoyed mountains. In my forties I experienced a manic episode which kick-started a creative urge. I've written a novel .. more..Writing
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