The moment that my eyes laid claim
to every atom that makes you
beheld upon your ancient face—
each pore, each crease, each shining truth!—
was when my journey to this time,
this when and where became love clear,
that every hurt which spat me out
was meant to bring my love to here.
Each lifetime I give birth to you
(my greatest gift and work of art!)
and as you search my fervent eyes
I see within my own true heart—
it is this now, right now I see
in your sweet face that time is naught,
we have but now, this perfect breath;
you’re every answer I once sought.
And as we lay skin touching skin
beneath this sky we are but one,
just you and I, love, always here:
a mother and her newborn son.
© Kristin Reynolds 2008
I wrote this Quatrain almost 3 years ago.I am posting it today in honor of my littlest guy, Indy, born 3 yrs ago today. Happy birthday sweet boy-o.