Little Feet Poem by Catherine Casey

A newborn cry,
A lump in the throat
And joyous excitement.
Our little feet is born.


Ancient, everyday senses
Are new to her.
Too much to take in.
She sleeps.


Enough for now;
A blanket,
A mother’s warm caress.
Enough.


Behold a pinnacle
In life’s mystery.
Her new way of breathing,
A miracle of design.


We’re here at the start.
What will life bring her?
The future can stay
where it is.


To grow, to see,
To love, to know.
Potential is waiting
Almost impatiently.


The clock ticks
But we are still here.
Still in this moment,
This moment of awe and peace.