Emerging Hannah

Our Hannah came to see me yestermorn. Hannah? You will remember her I know. You met her on the glad day she was born, Our wonderful, pink bundled Hannah Jo. Suddenly she is nearly six months old. Plump as a boiled raisin she is, and so Broadly smiling and excitedly bold, Wanting so much to just get up and go. We take a long stroll around the yard. She uses her mother's strong legs and arms To carry her there. The newfound sights bombard Her blossoming senses. Hannah charms The birds and bees as easily as she Is enchanted by them. All things are new For Hannah, and for her mother and me The wonders are now seen with fresh eyes too. Very soon, Hannah will be trying food Other than her Mother's nourishing milk. For Mother this is sad, for Hannah, good, The fraying of those slender strands of silk. The whole world is expanding before her And she can see no good reason to wait. Fervently inquisitive and eager To open an inhibiting, locked gate. won 6th place In You must have been a beautiful baby contest