My little grand daughter, Kaitlyn, she, baby of the world
Born with her eyes open two days before
the full moon.
Her small face looking at her parents, a recognition, yes, there you are now,
We all meet face to face
she held her beautiful and perfectly shaped head up and took in this air, this stark place
a room full of love
two gramas, an auntie, an uncle,
3 midwives, two white Husky doggies,
and holding her, an enraptured Mom and Dad.
Kaitlyn Jean, baby of the world,
I awake thinking of what world you have, of how you see and feel this -
this place of your beginning.
Your first breath a slight cry, so small to wake no night birdies
Barely a call, from the deep beyond of the womb
A call into this new air, this place of light and sound.
I knew you in my heart before you came.
I saw your face and, ah, of course.....you.
You have always been there.
Always
