SUGAR BABY
A poem about my oldest daughter…I took her to the nursing home and let my Granny (she worked there) show her off. There was one elderly lady I will never forget, just her expression. It was both wonderful and yet sobering at the same time, the generations between she and my daughter. This is dedicated to that old lady lol..
All writing in my gallery is © Bobbie Sandlin
Twinkling eyes, wrinkled hands
Reach for her precious gift
To touch a newborn sleeping babe
Gives her old heart such a lift
Marvel at the decades between them
To witness it, leaves you in awe
A woman living the night of her years
A babe just a week into dawn
Her trembling hand caresses the feet
Of the babe all but dead to the world
And now on her lap, the baby is placed
Her tender heart beams and unfurls
A tiny thing, and look at her skin
Eyes closed, the babe stretches and squeaks
A chuckle erupts and the woman smiles
She could hold this sweet baby for weeks
The woman then asks, “How much does she weigh?”
Her face just crinkles in laughter
A mere 5 pounds and 1 ounce, so tiny like a mouse
“Why she’s nothing but a bag of sugar!”
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