In the Cycle of Existence
In her arms
an infant wails
as my daughter walks the hall
soothing her new babe, and the miracle unfolds. . .
Her wee one's pangs will vanish.
Soon enough, brown hair, like the child's older sister's,
will lighten up and lengthen,
and sleepy eyes will brighten!
All that is strange
to the newborn's searching eyes
will then become familiar, as seeing, then testing,
the small girl goes from crawling,
then to toddling.
All too soon, full grown, she'll walk the hall herself,
a young new mother comforting an infant
in her arms.
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