Born in September when
The Autumn lleaves were falling
Long lashes resting on chubby cheeks
A frown creased brow as if
The gentle slap of the midwife hand
Interrupted sleep
under your mother heart
Man size now
I still see the little boy
Wrapped tightly in a blanket of blue
One small fist exploring
The new w world he finds himself part of
Little feet
Little hands
Perfect in every sense
Man size now
Smiling eyes of flecked twang brown
Reflective now and then in comtemplation
Of the world you must enhabit as boy and man
Gemma Hill Writeyou Writeme 