Thursday, October 7, 2010

8 weeks

My grandmother printed this poem for me, she actually remembered the first few verses from when she was a little girl and it was one of her favorite poems and my aunt found it online just from my grandmother's memory! Baby V is 8 weeks old today. Time is flying by and I am trying to hold onto every little moment.

by George MacDonald

Where did you come from baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.

Where did you get those eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.

Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.

What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than any one knows.

Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.

Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.

Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into bonds and bands.

Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherub's wings.

How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I am here.

1 comment:

  1. What a sweet poem and little peanut :)


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