- Carroll Devine
The loveliness I felt
Embracing newborn June
Recalled to heart
The raw life essence
Attending brand new babes.
Three times and three again
I’ve been privileged to hold
This essence in my arms
And inhale the scent of freshly minted life
Touch the silken thread of universal being.
Treasure beyond all treasure.
Three sons then three granddaughters
Offered eloquent tastes of hope.
As their pliable small bodies and spirits
Fit into my own maturing curves
And we melted together.
All present and accounted for ---
Fingers, toes and all parts in between.
Naming this presence “miracle”
Does trite injustice to what it is.
Mouth searching for sustenance
Eyes following the light.
I plant a thousand kisses
On June’s neck
And she responds
With visible delight,
An angelic smile illuminates her face.
She pauses to know from where
The kisses come.
I touch exquisite softness
Of her peach fuzz head
Tiny fingers grasp. They wrap around my own
And I cannot bear to let her go.
My heart breaks
Into a thousand poignant pieces
Each time I let her go.
How have we forgotten
Or did we ever know
How precious is this gift of life
Wrapped in infant skin?
How cavalier our posturing
Pretending a child’s disposability
To be hauled out with the trash.
Too barbaric to look humanity
In the face and admit
The vileness of this act.
No wonder we are beset by guilt
Then driven to other horrors
Because we deign to tell ourselves
The choice is ours
How dare we?
Shirking all response-ability,
We hide our shame in the mob-speak of the day
While obliviously aiding others to profiteer.
We know not what we do
And refuse to even see
How fully formed fetuses,
Vital babes inside the womb
Submit their hopeful little spirits
That then become dismembered parts.
Pathetically, we fail
To know the joy
They could have brought us
Joy so lacking in our world
And we lose the chance to plant
On tender necks that bring delight.
by Carroll Devine February 3, 2019
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