A Poem About Babies

by Mark on August 25, 2010

We recently celebrated the 32nd birthday of my son, Brian. A few days later, while rummaging through the nooks of my roll top desk, I uncovered this poem, reproduced in his honor. It was shared by a family friend, Margaret Mattingly on September 14, 1978 “. . . at 3:00 o’clock and a morning bright and sunny but rain later in the day.”

A Baby is God’s Opinion That Life Should Go On
By Carl Sandburg

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

Where did you get those beautiful eyes?
God gave them to me when I left His Skies.

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

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

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

What makes the cheeks like a warm, white rose?
I saw something better than anyone knows.

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

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

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

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

How did they 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.

Margaret ended the note with, “My wish and prayer is that Brian Douglas will grow up to be a handsome and wonderful son.” She was right on all counts.

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