You were just a chubby bundle. <br />Just a shivering lump. <br />Of feather scratched skin. <br />Soft and peach wrinkled. <br />But You held every inch of me <br />In your inchling grasp <br />Tiny, tiny fingers. <br /> <br />And you are new. <br />You are newness to this world <br />And you offer it hope, absolute. <br />Pouring life <br />From every crease <br />In your beautiful being. <br />And I offer you up. <br />My gift. <br /> <br />The only good thing. <br />That I have ever done.<br /><br />Lauren Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gift/
