For Jenny’s mom
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Jenny,
You are compressed in tender warmth:
moist heat, red tinted scintillance, the beat-beat
beat-beat
beat-beat
of her throbbing love for you.
Silver knife, slice of light;
you are enveloped by gentle hands
that ease you into a gleaming land.
In the mirror your mother’s face beams at
the astonishment in your rounded lips and wide eyes,
as life brings you its first surprise.
Oh!
Jenny,
You are still rooted to
the mysteries of the universe,
branched from blood rich interior monologues,
God’s voice echoing truths,
but this world waits for you.
Your amazed expression reveals your first awestruck impression.
May each day be a glorious gift, for from your birth
your heart was kissed with wonder.
Shawn L. Bird 
WOW! That made me remember my son’s birth. Amazing, Shawn. For me, this is your best Ever! Thank you.
Thank you. Jenny’s mom described this moment to me, and the image was so clear, it just begged to be a poem.
What gorgeous work! Both yours and hers.
Jenny’s mom’s work? ie. Jenny?
Blessed are the wide eyes of wonder, for they shall behold all truth.
Yes!