First Morning

 

First Morning

By John W. Vander Velden

Parents creeping, peering – silently the small bundle sleeps.  Though so many concerns fill their minds.  Though far too little sleep their reward, awe and joy all they feel now.  Before a house where two lived, now a home -- a family.   Smiles and tears shared.  Hopes and fears shared.  There will be time enough for future’s concerns.  There will be time enough for bumps and bruises cries.  There will be time enough for feelings of inadequacy and self doubt.  The old world, eons have past, with generations innumerable, yet certain no others have felt as they.  Close side by side, breathless they observe wonder beyond wonder, in the dimness, the day’s first light slipping past curtains drawn, the only illumination.  The blanket rises ever so slightly, falling again with rhythmic precision.  Now is the moment -- the time best remembered -- the first morning.

 

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