Grace Anne Mary Hume
You are a gift from God
A new flower bloomed
From just a seed in the womb
Of your adoring mother
You have me smitten with your
Mischievous smile and inquisitive gaze
How your tiny hands firmly grasp the flimsy fabric of my grey jumper
As I walk around the floor singing nursery rhymes
Rubbing your back, patting it to wind you
Your head draped across my left shoulder
Eyes darting round the room, taking everything in
Smiling. Babbling. Cooing.
Then suddenly. Burp. Puck, Bleurgh
All over my shoulder. All over my jeans
All over Mammy’s PJ’s. The couch.
Evidence of you.
Eau de Puck, your mum’s new fragrance
A relieved smile. A grateful sigh
Now adorn your face.
Or how your deep blue eyes beseech me
Study me. Question me. And know me,
All at once
Whilst you play with your mum
Or tear into your milk with a ravenous hunger
As if it was the last bottle that you’d ever have
Fingers tightly wrapped around mine
In case I dare try to take the bottle away from you again
You consume us Grace
With the cuteness of your face
We are overcome by love
And wonderment for you.
Our present from above
Copyright of Ken Hume