From your head to your toes
my finger gnawing baby
with the chubbiest of cheeks
I seek the mirror
of me
Whose eyes stare back at mine?
Are these my fingers here?
Or your grandfather’s chin
or my grandfather’s nose?
Do you speak with my voice
write with my pen
reach out to pet the yarn
and the cat, with my same joy?
Or do you introduce yourself
in a kaleidoscope of colors I don’t know
singing a song I’ve never heard?
What a beautiful set of questions. Truly the experience of mortality is a kaleidoscopic journey of discovery that we share with each other. It stretches thousands of years into the past and into the future. You are are the center of the web of connections. Enjoy the journey!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful sentiments!!
ReplyDeleteOh so beautiful. Every mother's musings when she first sees her baby!
ReplyDeleteNice lines: "I seek the mirror
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A new baby is a delight and so is your poem! We do look for signs of ourselves in children but I love the idea of ‘a kaleidoscope of colors I don’t know / singing a song I’ve never heard’.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly sweet and heartfelt!❤️ Especially love; " Whose eyes stare back at mine? Are these my fingers here? Or your grandfather’s chin or my grandfather’s nose?"❤️
ReplyDeleteThe mirror reflects differently every day...magic and surprise.
ReplyDeleteWonderful... the kaleidoscope baby is a great idea
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