to share words and to look strange while doing it

she was born into my dim living room,
only a weak lamp for light and
the peace that dwelt there was overwhelming.

four months have passed and she is simply perfect,
bringing delight into our home
every moment and
the kids all laugh when they walk into the room,
dimly lit as it was that night and i,
i am reading aloud to an infant and
though they know i did the same to them,
and though they have seen me do it to all their siblings,
they laugh and question,
"who are you reading to mama?" and
i smile and tell them

four months and she has heard from the greatest,
we just finished reading a wrinkle in time,
and today we began the second in l'engle's marvelous series,
i read while she nurses and hears art pour out in words and
i may look a bit strange reading
prose and
verse to an infant,
but why would i give her anything but the best?

four months and
instead of books with "baby smiles, baby laughs"
she is flooded with beauty and just tonight was
read to sleep with these words...

"Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time."

so yes,
i will share beauty with my children,
children of all ages,
and i am not ashamed
to look the fool as
i read shakespeare to
my infant.  it's the beginning
of a life
made sublime.


  1. She is beautiful... and your love for her is too.

  2. She is sublime! I remember when Bron was born, nine years after what we thought was the last child. We were so happy, all of us, to have a baby in the house again.

  3. Your children are so so blessed Amy.