Today was the due date of my second son. Since it is also the birthday of my amazing Mama, a woman with more creative talents than I can name, I am posting (with her permission) the poem she wrote for him.
I know you.
I know the germ of you
The precious material of which you are made
Your forebears and your environment.
I know you
And I will miss you and remember you.
I grieve that you had not even one moment
Alive in the air
Not a single glimpse
Of your parents’ faces
Or the blue sky
Not one touch of your father’s hand.
But since you were not to live in the world
I must rejoice
That you could spend your life
In your mother’s perfect embrace.
– Beverly Shepard, a.k.a. Grammie