|Was I ever this young? My son's first day home, almost thirty years ago...|
not to mention the banner ready to hang...will it be for a baby...
|How fun to not know the sex or names! So much to discover today!!|
|Can you tell what I think the baby is??|
As luck would have it, one of the poetry sites I follow is featuring babies the month of May, and here is a charming poem that seems perfect for today.
Song for Baby-O, Unborn
when you break thru
a poet here
not quite what one would choose.
I won’t promise
you’ll never go hungry
or that you won’t be sad
on this gutted
but I can show you
enough to love
to break your heart
— Diane Di Prima
Happy Birth Day, my sweet grandchild! I can't wait to say hello.