Glen Hope, PA USA
(This poem is dedicated my two grandmothers, who are now both gone...To see them hold my two boys when they were babies was always such a joy, I often wondered what they thought, them at the end of their lives and my children at the beginning of theirs, what words of wisdom would have they given them in their moments alone)
Baby dear with angel eyes,
How does it feel to know no lies?
How does it feel to know no pain?
Oh baby dear, please explain.
Baby dear with hair of gold,
How does it feel to not be old?
How does it feel to be so new?
Oh baby dear, I wish I were you.
Baby dear with smile so bright,
How does it feel to have your sight?
To see each day with open eyes,
To be filled with wonder and surprise?
Baby dear with skin so pink,
Oh baby dear, what do you think?
Simple thoughts and simple joys
Mamaís love, food and toys.
Iíve been around, Iíve seen it all
Itís been years since I was small.
The things Iíve seen, the things Iíve done;
I can not say lifeís not been fun.
Of baby dear, let me hold you near,
Whisper stories in your ear,
Touch your softness, drink in your youth,
See your first steps and your first tooth.
Let me enjoy you for a while,
Talk to you and make you smile.
For life moves quickly day by day,
And time will come that I go away.
Time goes on, it does not stand still,
And change happens as it always will.
Remember this and hear me well;
Your life is a story yet to tell.
An open book for you to write,
An unsung song, an untold plight,
An empty page before you stands,
You hold your life in your two hands.
May your life be full of joy and grace,
May God look softly on your face.
And baby dear as I hold you near;
Remember this your grandmaís prayer.
"Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald