A poem for my daughter and her husband on the birth of my new grandson
You pull back the drapes
and the morning light
climbs across your covers
like Winnie the Pooh
who’s come to wake you,
to warm you,
to welcome you
and your sweet son
into this most golden day of December.
Such love, such light,
such overwhelming joy
for a rising baby boy
born into this world
that has waited so long
for this love song
to sing us all into the choir
of everlasting love love love.
©Charles Ghigna
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