This is a poem to remember

The way we felt when you surrendered

to the word Push.

& into the Light

You Pushed.

Certainly, the sky will remember

the way it felt when you came into this world.

Wintery Snowflakes danced on the souls of trees.

Television Weathermen pacing the green screen

Warning of Frozen Blizzards named Pandora

& if today is what they threatened about opening the box,

I say mankind should find some time for uncertainty.

I wrote this poem impulsively,

quickly scratching lines onto post it notes

and fastfood hospital napkins

leaving inkstains of wisdom

near the inkstains of baby records

so that we could remember this time

nurses and doctors

& you could remember the way you felt

rooting to find food

stethoscope filled with heartbeats

wriggling on Mommy’s chest

dreaming–

Your Daddy wraps you in blankets

and walks around with you–

A bouquet of Flowers.

This is a poem to remember

Your first week of life

You’ve bloomed so much.

& bloom, child.

We created you to sprout–

the world needs flowers like you.