Even At 3 am
Fiction & Poetry, Poetry — By M. Morford on May 26, 2012 at 8:29 am
Even at 3 a.m.
There’s something restful
About holding a baby.
At some level,
It’s like holding a promise.
If we look closely
We can almost see
The changes
Literally taking shape
In the face
And body
And behind the eyes
As this little one
Gets a better grip each day
On what the world holds
And how to fit –
Or not –
In yet another world
Not of its own making.
Tags: 3 am, Baby, Eternity, Poetry, promise
3 Comments
This is great, Morf!
The ending is wonderful and reflects how truly amazing it is when a new life comes into the world. Thank you for sharing this.
And God holds this little one in His Arms, just like he holds you and me. Well done Morf – love it!