First Grandchild

I receive her now to myself,
the weight of her
settling into the cradle
of bent arm and pliant torso.

And as this wiggling bundle
adds her warmth to mine
an eruption of passion surfaces
from some deep place
vaguely remembered.
It lights a fire in my chest
and leadens my arms
so that the whole of the world
seems to be resting
in my embrace.

I gaze into the glint of her eyes
and I am stung by the desire
to never leave this moment behind.
For somewhere in this innocence
lies the secret of the universe,
and in this presence, a call
to reclaim what rightly
belongs to us all.

© 2000 Dennis Ference

The first time

The Making of a "Popsidoodle"

ELIZABETH

It’s as if
the sun spit fire
deep into my heart.

It’s as if
a quaking earth rumbled muscle
and bone and shivered each finger tip.

It’s as if
an ocean gushed in the blood-flow
pumping passion through my veins.

It’s as if
I heard my name and was baptized anew
when Elizabeth first lay upon my chest.

© 2008 Dennis H. Ference

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