There were no rabbit hat extractions, <br />Floating pastel scarves, <br />Or fluttering dove wings <br />But it was magic nonetheless. <br /> <br />Circled in the warmth <br />Of comfort arms <br />Grace released her mouth <br />From her mother's breast <br />And broke her verbal silence, <br />“All done.” <br /> <br />Of the 23,000 or more words <br />She will come to know, <br />None can now precede <br />“All done.” <br /> <br />But how much more magic <br />Is yet to come? <br />Torrents of words <br />Will tumble out in nano-seconds <br />To bring the treasury of <br />Stored experience to her lips - <br />Questions and declarations <br />To shape and guide her universe. <br />Magic miracles <br />Born of Grace and Providence. <br /> <br />I hear your words dear child, <br />But beg to differ. <br />You have just begun.<br /><br />Robert Charles Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grace-the-magician/
