a poem
Oh my word Rachel this is beautiful. Richard the lionhearted...
"I foresee the meadows of your calm
spreading like prairie grass throughout our family,
softening and swaying, perhaps, even the grimace of a generation."
Beautiful. A willow that did not weep as much as it rested…
I can feel his little spirit from so far… and i can feel your heart in this place of new breath. It’s beautiful
I love this blessing on your precious boy!
Lovely.
I love this poem. Reminds me of my second born who always had a calm smile from birth.
So much here to love. Thank you for sharing
Perfection.
I'm another who is enamored with this poem! Such heart-stirring imagery throughout, beginning with "sleeping pill bug" to "meadows of your calm spreading like prairie grass." You poet-people amaze me, how you create such artistry with words!!
Absolutely beautiful! Benjamin also refused to cry, and I still remember the panic I felt.
So precious... Every thought... Every word... 🤍
“…the grimace of a generation.” Oh, I do hope so. What a gorgeous poem to dedicate to your son. And, Congratulations 🎉
Oh my word Rachel this is beautiful. Richard the lionhearted...
"I foresee the meadows of your calm
spreading like prairie grass throughout our family,
softening and swaying, perhaps, even the grimace of a generation."
Beautiful. A willow that did not weep as much as it rested…
I can feel his little spirit from so far… and i can feel your heart in this place of new breath. It’s beautiful
I love this blessing on your precious boy!
Lovely.
I love this poem. Reminds me of my second born who always had a calm smile from birth.
So much here to love. Thank you for sharing
Perfection.
I'm another who is enamored with this poem! Such heart-stirring imagery throughout, beginning with "sleeping pill bug" to "meadows of your calm spreading like prairie grass." You poet-people amaze me, how you create such artistry with words!!
Absolutely beautiful! Benjamin also refused to cry, and I still remember the panic I felt.
So precious... Every thought... Every word... 🤍
“…the grimace of a generation.” Oh, I do hope so. What a gorgeous poem to dedicate to your son. And, Congratulations 🎉