A glimmer of God I feel in your touch
As your head turns to the sound of my voice
Your eyes see me as one who knows so much
Aware that I held the power of choice
The transformation came awhile ago
From the seed that was planted deep inside
Yet my mind still accepted these changes slow
Despite my body being modified
And then like a flash in the dark of night
A surprise, this gift you bestowed on me
The honor of knowing love at first sight
Your touch confirmed that I am your mommy
That point of love exponentially grown
I pray to deserve this baby on loan
The biggest inspiration though was my friend, Lindsay, who gave birth to a beautiful baby boy this past Wednesday. Amidst the scariness of this pandemic, miracles of life still happen! The above poem isn’t her birth story (Lindsay is a wonderful mom to a 2-year-old already) but maybe it’s yours or someone who you know.
I have to admit, with all the forced togetherness, I have forgotten at times that children will act like children and the mandate – whether from God or Gibran – is to be more like children. So yesterday, we did no school work and played outside, enjoying the sun and observing the flowers that have blissfully blossomed, unaware of the threat of illness or death.
Children are truly a gift – they know what is important in life. It’s none of the things that adults think are important and that is such a wonderful blessing.
(c) 2020 iido