I had a visitor to my house yesterday, a little bundle of beauty with the biggest eyes and a smile that could melt the heart of the hardest man... not many weeks on this earth but somehow I feel you have been here before.... Looking into the tiny smiling face, trying so hard to communicate with me, rosebud lips mimicking mine, the beginnings of speech bubbling out. Fists still curled, legs tucked up, wanting mum but once sated happy for cuddles, allowing me to inhale the heady newborn scent and for you to look around as if to say...ah yes I see....So welcome to the world little Lola, may your life be full of joy and love and may I stand nearby and watch now and then and remember the day you visited my house for the very first time....
A Newborn Girl at Passover |
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| by Nan Cohen | ||
Consider one apricot in a basket of them. It is very much like all the other apricots-- an individual already, skin and seed. Now think of this day. One you will probably forget. The next breath you take, a long drink of air. Holiday or not, it doesn't matter. A child is born and doesn't know what day it is. The particular joy in my heart she cannot imagine. The taste of apricots is in store for her | ||
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