Blest with a Bundle of Joy

Little eyes, little toes
Little fingers, little nose

So fast asleep
Oblivious to the world,
Holding fast to those dreams
In tiny fists curled.

Your chest moves up and down
Like waves upon the sand
Gentle, safe, secure,
In your dear mother's hands.

There suddenly comes a sniffle
And the cutest little yawn.
Your mother's sun settles with you
As with you, comes her dawn.

We all look on enviously
At those deliciously long lashes
As you blink open to us
And, on your face, a smile flashes.

Toothless, though it is
It brings in such delight,
So infectious, it spreads around the room
It travels faster than light!

You seem more precious than a diamond
As we gingerly pass you around
So wondrous to behold, so fragile,
So much hope, in you, abounds.

As you cuddle into our arms
We take a nice, long whiff
The most comforting fragrance in the world
And we're tempted one more sniff.

Your crown fits into the palm of my hand
As I gently sway you to sleep,
Your mother sings you your first lullaby
Drawing you into a slumber deep.

Little fingers, little toes
The sweetest dreams may you see
When your little eyes close.

Scarred

Do you have any scars?

Do you hide them?

Do you proudly tell their stories

Or do you deny them?

When they are mentioned

Do you brush their truth aside?

Would you rather pull up that collar

Than talk about something you despised?

Do the scraped elbows and bruised knees

Remind you of blissful childhood?

Or was it youthful adventure

That didn’t turn out the way you thought it would?

A glance at some of those scars and you flinch;

Yes, they were not mere grazes.

Those gashes went deep, they burned and throbbed,

Those were unforgettable phases.

Each scar has a past, a history,

That etched its mark on your present.

The tears and lesions filled in

But the emptiness they left are still unpleasant.

No matter how black and blue they look

Or hurt those memories you repressed,

Those scars will heal along with time

And maybe, someday, they'll be caressed.

Those scars are proof that you've overcome

They mean you outlived those times

They are beautiful, they are you

They deserve the spotlight, a chance to shine

The time has gone, the hurt unhurt

The wounds have healed and you've survived

The marks they've left are of your strength

Each one of them are lessons archived

Don't hide your scars no more

Put them up as laurels on your shelves

Show them off in all their grandeur,

Cause each of them have a story to tell.