It’s in their eye, this moment,
You can see it, there now,
An unspoken glimmer,
The link between generations,
A knowing beyond words,
The real rite of passage,
‘Ner known nor fathomed ‘,
Till granted that glimpse,
Your own child, grandchild a-borning,
That essential link,
The continuity of our kind,
I experience it again,
Life, on-going, unbroken,
Our common link,
A child is born,
A child is born,
I am reborn!
Beautiful words, on changing, of continuity, of impermanence of form; of transformation.
I love this poem. So beautiful to remember that a baby holds the dna of your family’s generations. Children are your families legacy.
Oh, how lovely! Yes, so much truth, in this lovely poem: the connection, the heart-pull, the knowing that some part of our ancestors, and of us, continues on, generation, to generation!
Beautiful picture!
Beautiful picture!!
This captures a beautiful moment of generational connectivity, seeing a new life being born to carry on the family, and more broadly the human, legacy. Every new life is a precious gift from God, and your poem conveys this universal reality movingly.