Ok, maybe it IS a little bit a poetry blog...

I'm going to see the world's best baby!  My nearly-brother and his wonderful wife (my almost-sister-in-law) have this wonderful kid.  In Vermont, pray for my tiny cold tootsies.  I can't wait to see Les and meet his lady and cuddle my practically-nephew!

Lookit that baby, she thinks.

His open face is both solemn and happy.

The light in his eyes says his spirit

lives down in there full time and 

finds it safe and good.  He's heavy 

and solid with it, and she envies

him and longs to protect him in 

equal measure.  Her brain sings

of all the sorrow he'll see if he's 

lucky to have long life, but she 

brushes it away and thinks of the

joys.  It's the same story, really;

told with the heart in the throat 

or on the sleeve.