Her Youngest, Wisest Hour
Sweet baby girl, so tiny, so new to earth
Unknowing, yet full of infinite wisdom and grace,
I see that mixture deep within her eyes.
It rests upon her perfect little face.
What would she teach her teacher
If her sweet rosebud lips could speak?
Already she is teaching me of love.
Perhaps our Mother’s kiss yet lingers on her cheek.
She rests quiet and helpless in my arms,
Her whole existence is dependent on my care.
Her body … It is all that Father promised her and more,
What is she thinking as she now becomes aware?
A partnership with God, this miracle of birth,
In awe , I contemplate the bridge the process spans,
And how at birth, her youngest yet wisest hour,
She depends on me, who has forgotten pre-existent plans.
(The first two verses 1970, the 2nd two 1977.)
@ Edna Henke
