Birth (poem) (not the real title, but it will be the working title as far as this blog is concerned)

To you, the noise may seem a bit muffled
today:  the clutter, the junk and constant
complications quieted, to make room
and time—stretching so that each moment
is captured.  A squirm, wince,
even a breath…treasured
because birth has brought life to happiness.

For all the yesterdays that meant nothing,
today she is,  from nothing
into everything
that is yours,
to hold in a perennial warmth.






***My cousin was born today.