The Butterfly Song

Congrats on the wee one. He sure is adorable! Love the closing lines of this poem. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "Will there be another race to come along and take over for us? Maybe Martians will do better than we've done; we'll make great pets." - Perry Farrell

I still have the shirt I wore when I cut the cord, the day my son was born. Still stained with blood drops, I have not worn or washed since. Congrats, Mark

New Grandma's How it shows....I can feel that/you are glowing......all the way over here, Congrats again... Peter ~~~"I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday, and I love today."~~~

Congratulations! There is nothing that adds more life to a family, than a newborn~ "There's no trick to being a humorist when you have the whole government working for you." Will Rogers

Barbara, A grandchild, our second beginning. their the ones that extend our life, long after we're gone. Congratulations, your joy tells me that this is your first. We as Grandparents get to spoil and teach from our infinite wisdom. Barbara what a beautiful child, may God bless him and keep him safe. I understand your joy, I have nine (9) grandchildren they are the light of my life. All the love in the world, Eddie “We know the mysteries of philosophy and of the art of Holy Poetry” By Jose de Diego

Enjoy, as you know, they tend to grow up when you're not looking. You will have fun shopping for him Christmas. Sweet poem

What a beautiful way to communicate the birth of a grand son. Nicely expressed. Leonard

Have you gotten the warm fuzzies from holding him yet? There's just a feeling that's indescribable and few things evoke it. I got it when holding our niece, Lily. She was so tiny, and so delicate. I usually don't like kids, but holding this little soft baby, and hearing her little sighs actually put a smile on my face. Seeing her face light up, and that little smile when she saw Jon was just too adorable. I hope you get to enjoy him every day! :~) ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "Johnny was a chemist’s son, but Johnny is no more. What Johnny thought was H2O, was really H2SO4...."

Birth is so... so many things. It almost makes sense that pain is present because so much is in the making. Beautiful writing.

Hello Barbara...your poem rekindled, the experience when my children were born...most wonderful moment..thanks. Rahbar.