Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Two Poems Diverged


My day-old child lay in my arms.           My grandma looks like Audrey Hepburn.        

With my lips agains his ear.            I live with her,

I whispered strongly, "How I wish--           And I love her to pieces.

I wish that you could hear;           I asked what is her favorite poem

"I've a hundred wonderful things to say           And she bolted to her favorite book

(A tiny cough and a nod),           Of poetry.

Hurry, hurry, hurry and grow           Beginnings, it said

So I can tell you about God."           By Carol Lynn Pearson.

My day-old baby's mouth was still           She flipped through the pages,

And my words only tickled his ear.           And stopped on forty-two.

But a kind of light passed through his eyes,           Day-Old Child.

And I saw this thought appear:           My grandma is a nurse,

"How I wish I had a voice and words;           And cares for day-old babies.

I've a hundred things to say.           This poem means things to her,

Before I forget I'd tell you of God--           That don't mean the same to me.

I left Him yesterday.           This is my grandma's favorite poem.


  1. Thank you for sharing this. I really like how you put the two poems side by side but I really love the poem by Carol Lynn Pearson. It made me tear up when I read it (possibly because I'm pregnant and have crazy hormones) but also because it's such a beautiful message and I'm so excited to meet my baby and I love the idea that she's coming straight from God to me.

    1. Oh I'm so glad it meant something to you. :)

  2. Love what you did with the poems! Lucky you to live with your, obviously, very special grandma! She must love the poem you wrote about her and the way you presented them. You need to show me how you do the extra fun stuff with the text. I know you tried to tell me about the accent but I am visual and I need to see what you do. Thanks!