Babies

Many of us have had them, mostly women, not very many men. We've played our part though, without which etc. I'm talking, of course, about babies. 

They are beautiful miracles, conceived in love (mine certainly were) if they're lucky. They are our privilege and duty to nurture and raise, and a source of joy if we're lucky (I certainly have been). 

There's not much more I want to say, except that being a father of two beautiful daughters has been and continues to be one of the most fulfilling experiences. It's all about what Dylan termed "a tight connection to the heart" I imagine every parent must feel that way. I hope so. I'm proud of how my babies have turned out.

I wasn't going to blog today, but some of my recent posts have been lengthy, intense and serious affairs addressing the woes of the world, so I figured I'd just share a few short, upbeat observations and emanate a little positivity.

I've not written a new poem and the baby-related poems I researched sound so greeting-card saccharine that I can't bear to quote any. But I will leave you with this little ditty from Paul Kantner's first solo album, 'Blows Against The Empire'. Click on the song title to play the tune. It's called The Baby Tree.

Thanks for reading, S ;-)