~honoring the birth of my first-born grandson~

Swathed in hospital white I know you wonder
where did your warm wet cradle go.
My feelings are mixed as I watch you
in the bright warming light
looking through navy blue eyes
at the people and room around you.

I know you can't really see yet
but you're looking around nevertheless.
Curiosity, your first visible trait.
My heart is filled with so much love
but I fear for you, for it is not
a nice world you've come into.

Acuity washes over me
for there's something different
about you my dear one.
Perhaps infant child of my child
you will be one who makes a difference.
I say a prayer that I'll still be around to see it,
suddenly I want to live forever.

May God protect you from the lions too Daniel.

© Marcia Miller-Twiford
4/20/06