They lowered the babe into my lap;
Careful with her ties and snaps,
Her naked legs, startled, churning;
My eyes welled up, my throat was burnng.
I bowed my head, overwhelmed, uncertain,
I choked with feelings at this tiny burden;
I loved this child, suddenly certain
How I wished there was a curtain.
That this might be a private moment
I cried, groaning with embarrassment;
I sobbed, my head bent with tears,
An old man, senile, acting weird.
But there was wisdom in my madness;
I was overflowing with ancestral gladness;
Here was the second seed of my bones
The past and present writ in stone.
I tickled her bare wrinkled feet,
I thanked her mother for this moment sweet.
In this child I would live on,
In my Granddaughter my life prolonged.
Wonderful poem, Sir... I have known this blessing, and it is one that renews daily.
What a heart touching and lovely poem this is, David. Brought tears to my eyes, it was so beautiful! Granddaughters are very precious and loving throughout their lives, you will have many happy moments fulfilled when with her I am sure. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem, RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a touching and tender moment. I so love the reality of this, as I feel I am watching the event unfold. Lovely that you have a new little one to devote your words upon! xo Elaine