Monday, February 17, 2020

Welcome innocent. Born into this world

from the warm abyss that was once your only home.

Virgin sensations inundated with light and noise, you are still blind.

But may you feel the sun and follow it. Follow it.

Follow that familiar warmth and stumble upon your family.


Let love allow you to see the caterpillars on the leaves

and in the sky as you grow closer to them.

Let love allow you to hear the morning birds singing

the praise of one more beautiful day.

Let love allow us to see you, one day, form your lips

into the shape of I love you.


I love you, nephew.