He is so perfect, a little baby with soundless breath, a head to fit in your palm, so small, a new life bloomed a whole new world, how can life go on without being centered around him?
Swaddled arms he pulls close to his face. Big eyes, so alert to voices, he looks, lips smacking. Mothers sweet words and Dad’s strong arms. The parents know what they are doing, and no one questions that.
He is a quiet miracle, literally lifted from the womb.
I feel the baby’s heart, pull him close to feel mine, and touch his chest with my pressed fingertips to feel his heart, but instead feel the quickened breath of his small but serious life. I can’t stop thinking about his small face, his little body and his big wondering eyes.
Passive Architect 