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
  
Namasté!

Comments

BECKY said…
Oh, he is beautiful! And so are you! Look at how you are glowing! Beautiful haiku, too! Congratulations on your new, darling grandson!
Brenda Marroy said…
This is so beautiful. Thank you.

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