I loved this small gem of a poem, which I hope Brad doesn’t mind my stealing off his site and posting here. It can also be found at Brad’s site: http://bradolsonwriting.wordpress.com/
The Day You Were Born
For Grace
The day you were born
I held you swaddled
in the crook of my arm.
Now, 10 months later,
you turn your head
as I try to wipe your nose.
I could hold your head still,
but, to do that,
I’d have to put you down . . .
I don’t look forward to the day
when you’re too grown up
to carry from one place to another.
© 2011 by Brad P. Olson. All Rights Reserved.
WAGblog: Dum Spiro Spero 
Thanks Chris for your kind words. I especially like the last sentence of your analysis. As I fulfill her needs, it seems I receive just as much, if not more, nurturing from my daughter as she does from me. Thank you for helping me see that.
And, thanks again, Pam, for re-posting my poem. I can’t wait to read your next book.
Brad
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Thank you Pam and thank you Brad!
Love this poem with its shaped curvings,( en)circlings of love, and encapsulated feelings of vulnerability/strength with the balance oh so delicately counter poised ..adult ..child…Fragility of the human condition needing nurture for growth right through life’s given span.
Chris UK
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Thank you very much Pam. I believe you’re truly one of the great poets of our time, and for you to re-post my poem is a great honor.
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