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
Lucky
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.
What a lovely boy and poem for him. Congratulations Gia. Xo
Congratulations!
Beautiful
?❤️ so beautiful
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.
Beautiful poem for a beautiful boy! Yay new baby!!!!!