New born eyes,
Gazing with an uncanny awareness upon what surrounds you

The heart, the rhythm of life
Which has been your constant companion within the womb
Is now concealed behind the breast
For which you search
Beneath the cloth which hides it

Your tiny hand with fingers fine
Grasp the finger which reveals the nipple
Suck young child, with perfect eyes
And skin as smooth as silk
No gift, however fine
Could ever be so precious.

11/21/2001

Posted on 11/21/2001
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