WEEK 40 (In the waiting room with both grandmothers)

You want to know how it feels

You want to know how it feels

To hold in your arms a body full of

Your blood—A face full of your eyes

A smile full of your smile

And two tiny feet walking

On the palm of your hand

It is the quiet hum of a new star

The secret whisper of first snowfall

Warm water on morning skin

No symphonic explosion

Or shattering epiphany

It is a corner of light that grows

Silently imperceptibly

Illuminating at last everything

You already knew

Without ever having proof

Until now

Outside the wind has picked up

It’s snowing bougainvillea petals

Welcome my child

Welcome my world

I looked into your eyes

& found my life

Now it is my turn to listen