Honeymoon Baby
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. Psalm 139:13-14 ESV
HONEYMOON BABY October 7 1960
Bittersweet day, my birthday.
My dad has fallen
apart — thoughts of his angel, my mom.
Other years, cheers,
hearty birthday song —
a telephone duet.
Dad’s choked up,
today.
I’m their firstborn,
their honeymoon baby.
His honeymoon “baby”
in heaven, the past six months.
Still I will celebrate —
I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
It’s my birthday.
No one gave me up
and I will never give up
sharing the love
of the One
who knitted me together
in my mother’s womb.
All is well with my soul.
10/7/2021
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