Saturday, 22 August 2015

...  We have recently been blessed by a second grandson, a welcome addition to our family.  He is now six weeks old and the first child for my son and his wife. 

...  It made me think of the poem I wrote when our first granchild was born.  She is now 10 years old! How time flies ..........

Hungry Baby
         (for Rose)

I pick the baby
from her mother’s arms,
her peachy cheek
colliding with mine.
Milk rimmed, her puckered mouth
still fiercely sucks
rooted to my neck.
Slate grey eyes open
in puzzlement; fists worry.

Her head bumps my shoulder
like soft fruit falling
to earth, face crumpling
in berry-red rage.

© Sue Burley
Revised 2010