Sweet Memories

Posted by Glenys

Happily, I gently rock you cradled against my heart,

Your eyes fixed onto mine in trust and wonder;

Yes, I believe you have your Mother’s eyes-

You have a cowlick at your nape

Just like your Uncle has….

Sweet memories.

 

I’ve smelt your newborn skin a thousand times before:

Firstly in your Uncles, then your Aunt and Mother:

Still the sweetness of your smell intoxicates me,

Evoking the memory of long gone days

Joyful in my maternity….

Sweet memories.

 

Your soft spot beats lifting your downy baby hair;

Once more I’m amazed at the miracle of you;

I delightedly grin as angels whisper to you

As you grimace and smile with wind:

So my Mother says….

Sweet memories.

 

You’re unique yet not unlike babies who’ve blessed me;

Your pink fingers extended and begging to be kissed,

As I have done a thousand times before

To babies who grew under my heart,

Grownup but there abiding….

Sweet memories.

 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

 

“Lo, children are an heritage from the LORD and the fruit of the womb is His reward.” Psalm 127:3