my own dear child
eyes of bluest bright, alight
body in holy motion
brimming over with lifesong
and the beating, beating, beating heart
beautiful breath
that flows inside you
like a melody
for the gift of your love
and living presence
my heart trembles
and sings

(This is the image I saw outside my office window as I was writing this poem about our little Haven, who had just come home from his life-flight to the Children’s Hospital to remove a thin metal disk that was lodged in his esophagus. Shaky with gratitude for his irreplaceable life, I looked up from my writing and saw Paloma stepping out into the yard with the baby in her arms. I made a quick photograph to remember this moment and to draw it later, so thankful for this love that we share. )

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