(for Cameron)

Looking down at theLittle wrinkled face andThe mop of black hair in my arms,I felt excited, holding a babyFor the first time.

Peeking through tired eyes, he triedTo behold the newness of life,But was too sleepy from theHard work of being born.

Seeing his small hands andThe little scratch on his faceI smiled down at him,And he smiled back in his sleep.

I wanted to tell him aboutWhat he was in for,All of the adventures andSurprises of the world.

He was two days old,Squirming in my arms,And I thought about new lifeAnd how it moves from one boyto another.