what do children truly think
as they enter the world at birth
do sounds and smells assail them
do eyes see and know what they see
as a mother holds them close
gazes into eyes so new
as a father holds them
as tears flow from joy
how strange it must seem
to one newly born
to see so much
in just a touch
to feel so many things
yet not know what
these things be
a caress what is this
a kiss to seal the bond
a finger to hold onto
what do these things
mean to a newly born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
newly born ones are miracles...a touch, a smile, at their first cry...hmn...so innocent, so fragile...they bring joy....well expressed, Graham!