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
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.