Benjamin Michael

by Judith Bakkensen

 

I held you, my new grandson.  Your tiny face and searching lips really stole my heart.  Of course, I loved you as soon as I knew you were on your way.  I see your dad in you and I can imagine a little red-headed boy scampering around.  But for now you are a tiny, breathing bundle.  Each inhale and exhale is validating your aliveness.  Each breath goes into your whole body, clear to your toes.  I feel your huge desire to be alive.  You want this life. 

 

It thrills me to understand again how you, a tiny baby, strive to be here.  This purposefulness you have to breath, eat and grow. 

 

Welcome to the outside world, baby Benjamin Michael.

 

Congratulations, Andra, daughter of my heart, and Chris.