Moments Frozen in the Eyes of Memory
In the room there is a heart beating fast and fresh,
A child newly dressed from heaven’s kingdom blessed,
Touch and feel the softness of unpainted beauty,
No pressure yet, no career, no worries, nor any duties,
Breathe in and taste the fragrance of sweet paradise,
This perfume is innocence; it can never be bought or priced,
What lovely eyes, full of vitality and life’s bright energy,
The world has not yet cast its shadows on this miracle of biology,
Mother and child glow in a world drunk on darkness,
This gift to mankind, this birth makes Death hopeless.
This poem is for Sal on the birth of her nephew.
