Gift Poem by Lauren Michaels
Gift
You were just a chubby bundle.
Just a shivering lump.
Of feather scratched skin.
Soft and peach wrinkled.
But You held every inch of me
In your inchling grasp
Tiny, tiny fingers.
And you are new.
You are newness to this world
And you offer it hope, absolute.
Pouring life
From every crease
In your beautiful being.
And I offer you up.
My gift.
The only good thing.
That I have ever done.
Wow Lauren this is vivid 'every inch of me in your inchling grasp' such a beautiful word combination. Seamus
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4/25/2024 3:23:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely poem...But you know what...I bet it's not the only good thing that you've done...Beautiful anyway. Hugs, Dee