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Baby Morning

15 Mar

March sun, swaddled
in a receiving blanket of clouds
dreams a newborn promise.
It’s already 9:30
but no one has had breakfast
except the dog.
He lies beside me on the couch
his side moving
in the rocking rhythm of sleep.
Sweet silence is rippled
only by padding footsteps
the upstairs swish of a flush
and the tick, tick, tick of the clock.
Tuesday morning dozes
while baby naps.


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This was the scene about three years ago at my daughter’s house. We were there to welcome her brand new son (our first grandson) and help out wherever we could. I couldn’t help but notice how schedules were trumped by the new babe. When he slept everyone else had permission to sleep too — because very soon he would be awake again and commanding the house from his bassinet with each  sturdy a-wah a-wah.

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This poem is linked to One Shot Wednesday where you will find lots more poetry from the One Stop Poetry community.

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10 Comments

Posted by on March 15, 2011 in Personal

 

10 responses to “Baby Morning

  1. Jingle Poetry

    March 15, 2011 at 7:12 am

    sweet and profound imagery.
    well done.

    your love for your grandson and your daughter is evident here.

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  2. Chris G.

    March 15, 2011 at 10:27 pm

    The time of birth is a time of great and cherished joy…and indeed one of trying times for sleep schedules all around! A lovely image of newborn life put before us here, and what it means to those eager eyes surrounding it – thank you for sharing this moment with us, as well as the image of your grandson!

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  3. brian

    March 16, 2011 at 2:15 am

    ahh…what a beautiful peace filled moment you captured…

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  4. gautami tripathy

    March 16, 2011 at 8:00 am

    Beautiful…you captured it so well for us…

    an ordinary moment

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  5. Myrna

    March 16, 2011 at 8:35 am

    This is so cute – your poem and the photo. I can thoroughly relate. My husband and I were also present during our grandson’s firt days. He was a tyrant.

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  6. barbara

    March 16, 2011 at 10:12 am

    Beautiful insight of what truly is the beauty of a new life…bkm

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  7. versebender

    March 16, 2011 at 4:26 pm

    You paint a most inviting picture. Liked this a lot. vb

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  8. Shashi

    March 16, 2011 at 5:31 pm

    Ahhh! So sweet… I could feel that whatever you are doing, your heart is still there with the baby. I liked the baby’s picture so well. thanks for sharing..

    ॐ शांति ॐ
    Om Shanti Om
    May peace be… praying for People of Japan
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/whispers-love-and-insignificance.html
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  9. ~Sarah~

    March 16, 2011 at 7:15 pm

    >>no one has had breakfast
    except the dog<<

    Those lines made me laugh. Too true.

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  10. Kavita

    March 17, 2011 at 12:16 am

    Awww…how absolutely SWEET and adorable is that!!
    You have written this so beautifully, my friend… thank you ever so much for sharing this one with us..
    xoxoxo

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