The twentieth birthday of my firstborn
prompted me to recall the many
miracles we witnessed with his
The wonder in his bottomless, starglowing ,
newborn eyes; the feel of his sleeping,
warm, body at rest, on me;
his milky, sweet, scalp-scent;
his ba-ba-babbling, as he began speaking.
The first steps that
quickly became a run
and his monkey-confident climbing: walls,
trees, poles, anything vertical.
His probing curiosity that grew into
a keen, and shining intellect.
His launching into the adult world,
fearlessly fending, and building a
kind, thoughtful, remarkable self.
But another miracle happened, too.
Because the young woman that I was,
is growing into a deeper woman
whose heart has broken a thousand times;
seeing her loved ones suffer injuries, great
and small. And imagining greater dangers,
still loving with abandon.
It was already in my nature to feel joy
in simple things, but now I
have climbed mountains,
faltered and climbed again.
I have even found bliss in satisfied longing,
and it warmed me to my toes.
I have floated in warm sunshine,
left the comfort of the shallows
and found that Love holds us,
and not let go and I, too,
©️Laurie Lynn Newman