The Soul of a Child

I had a phone call this morning from a dear friend, delightedly announcing the birth of her first grandchild.  I have a bit of a cold, a remnant, I think, of my European vacation, so I won't go yet to see the new addition to the family but I made a card out of a poem I wrote a few years back.  On my morning rounds at the hospital, I always stopped by the newborn nursery ( a huge place at San Francisco General Hospital ) and gazed in awe at its precious inhabitants.  They were the inspiration for this poem.  The baby in the picture is my son, Alex, now 27-years-old, 6'4" tall, and soon to be married.  I didn't have any other baby pictures handy so I hope he will forgive me for using his.

The Soul of a Child

I gaze through nursery windows,
At babes so newly born,
Tightly wrapped in pink and blue,
Stocking caps their heads adorn.

Their needs right now are simple,
They know not yet of strife,
I pray it will remain this way,
Throughout all of their life.

I hope they never suffer,
And wish them food and love,
And, most of all I wish for them,
God's bounty from above.

I hope these babies will succeed,
And the angels will have smiled,
Every step along the way,
Upon the soul of every child.

Carmen Henesy

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