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Your Father Counted Your Toes . . . .
In the wake of Labor I kissed your hands
Your father counted your toes
We watched you sleep for quite awhile
And never wanted to let go.
And as the priveleged mothers walked in dreams
I watched you in the nursery
Amazed that such a perfect child
Was created inside of me.
We spent a single dawn alone
You snuggled close against my breast
Nestled close against my breaking heart
Awake but not at all restless.
Your trust in me was so complete
Your faith intact and innocent
That I could never subject you
To the childhood that I underwent
Your parents came to welcome you
Into their hearts and wholesome world
They thanked both your father and I
For their beautiful baby girl
In the secret hours that precede dawn
While I could still say you were mine
You watched me through your fathers sleepy eyes
I kissed your forehead one last time
I watched you wake and kissed your tiny hands
Your father counted your toes
We chose for you a better life
and wept as we watched you go.
5/13/01
For Emily
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