Poetry in Motion
There are some things in life that are pure poetry - without the words. Holding my wee grandson, who was born 5 weeks early was one such moment.
As I greeting this tiny little miracle, the first child of my youngest daughter, he smiled. He continued to smile as I sang to him. Needless to say, I was in heaven!
In celebration, a wee poem (haiku):
Like the winter winds
that blow early in the fall,
the wee boy arrives