For Alan
That first day, the day we met,
when he lay quiet in my arms
I gazed at his small, sleeping face
and willed that he should look at me
and know. Yet when the black eyes blinked
and opened on the world I was
quite unprepared for such a dark
profound solemnity as if
this tiny boy could see into
the whole immensity of life
and claim it there, and know it his.
©C.M.M. 12/08
1 comment:
Such depth in his eyes, I imagine. He'd probably grow up with wise, expressive eyes. ;) Have a blessed new year, Chris. Much blessings to you and your loved ones. Cheers.
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