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Ode for a Fortunate Infant

Ode for a Fortunate Infant Newborn: Smacked and Screaming — Hardly more than a new fact, A statistic Already forgetting The crush into Becoming. This “tabula rasa,” Kicking and flailing, Not yet swaddled or cradled, Held only by Fate In the first minutes of Destiny (unformed and waiting) With a heart Needing to be embracd By more than just touch, But blessed to completely feel The warmth of Acceptance That founds a first sense Of Identity as being a Self Here linked with Others… For the first lessons of Love — Swaddled in belonging Wrapped with thanksgiving. (c) s.y.eslnger 5/24/2024 Thanks be to God…

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 5/28/2024 6:55:00 AM

Sally, this is great. Those who have the good luck to be born where there is acceptance and love are so blessed. This is important and nice to think about.

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 5/26/2024 7:33:00 PM

Beautiful babies, even some not as pretty, but who wouldn't want to take them home. Being born is somewhat traumatic and babies need swaddling. Thank you for a heartfelt poem.

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 5/25/2024 4:53:00 PM

an outstanding and beautiful ode to an infant. Your words touched my heart. I especially liked the wisdom and truth in these lines: With a heart Needing to be embracd By more than just touch, But blessed to completely feel The warmth of Acceptance Without that warmth and acceptance babies become discontent children then adults. Just my take. Have a splendid evening, hugs and blessings, Sara

Sally Eslinger
Date: 5/25/2024 6:41:00 PM

So glad this touched you, Sara, and thank you for your comment, that’ also much why i was inspired to write this. Big hugs!