Free To Be

//Free To Be

Free To Be

Nothing but love brings him here
     and hope
Celestial things
Like wings
     of butterflies, angels and dragonflies
Slow-hosted and steel-infused
Unfurling from bold hearts

He can’t know hate, judgment
     black, white
     Bible, Quran
He knows peace,
     dreams of tender touches, sweet milk
His eyes open to see moist mirrors of his own self
     in eyes of Mama, Papa, sister times two

A brand new human canvas
Born free
So lucky
     to be.

Poem written to honour the birth of my new grandson Beau Ottavio Hugh, born June 26, 2016 9:23 a.m.



  1. debora June 29, 2016 at 7:45 am - Reply

    What a lovely boy and poem for him. Congratulations Gia. Xo

  2. Glenda James June 29, 2016 at 8:23 am - Reply


  3. Leslie blumas June 29, 2016 at 12:57 pm - Reply


  4. Cathy Popovic June 29, 2016 at 5:40 pm - Reply

    ?❤️ so beautiful

  5. Ray July 1, 2016 at 10:40 am - Reply

    Beautifully done Rita. Your words really capture the essence and purity of a new birth. Thank you for the reminder of such innocence and potential.

  6. Mary Ellen July 5, 2016 at 10:46 am - Reply

    Beautiful poem for a beautiful boy! Yay new baby!!!!!

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