My Child

Have you ever met a child more beautiful than mine?

Look at those eyes,

Those cheeks, that big forehead, and silly smile.

It is mine, all mine.  Yours too, of course, And his and hers.

Already grown and gone to other places,

Held in my arms, for a second, so it seems,

Until this sweet little soft head and beaming cheeks became one of us.

And now I cannot imagine this child of mine,

Over there, with someone else and

Wondering,

Have I ever met a child more beautiful than theirs?


Poem and photo by MJC