They emerge; and as they do, <br />your whole world is re-shaped; <br />you’re stunned - as Adam must have been - <br />with the miracle of birth; <br /> <br />They come as miniature perfection – <br />who reads the small-print warning clause? <br />‘These goods come without a life-time guarantee…’ <br /> <br />But you don’t pause to dream their own world for them – <br />except to count, in wonder, fingers, toes; <br />they come as answer to your whole life up to now; <br />right now, they laugh and cry as Love itself; <br /> <br />poems as babies in the heart and mind.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-as-baby/
