Alexander: Poem

ALEXANDER

As big gentle hands touch small quivering feet
the world and its people still rush by
his head empty, unaware
of the love that fills the room.

A skin as soft as nothing on earth
lies perfect on blankets made by man
but here looking up is love made flesh
waiting for adventures to begin.

And in the night when life takes a rest
the new boy certainly will not
for that is the time for operas and shanties
and he'll sing like trumpets and drums
he'll baa like the lamb and screech like the owl
his lungs yelling for joy.

And all his joy will resound around his kingdom
while big gentle hands kiss his feet...



Angela Norris