I am looking for two poems. The first poem talks about giving your child roots and wings. The second poem begin something like this "My day old child lay in my arms, my lips against her ear......

If you have any information on either of these poems I would appreciate the help. Thanks

-- kay kirts (kkars@earthlink.net), February 06, 2000

Answers

The second is a poem by Carol Lynn Pearson

Day-Old Child

My day-old child lay in my arms, with my lips against her ear I whispered strongly, "How I wish --- I wish that you could hear: "I've a hundred wonderful things to say (A tiny cough and a nod), Hurry, hurry, hurry and grow So I can tell you about God." My day-old baby's mouth was still And my words only tickled her ear, But a kind of a light passed through her eyes, And I saw this thought appear: "How I wish I had a voice and words; I've a hundred things to say. Before I forget I'd tell you of God --- I left Him yesterday."

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-- ilza (ilza@pobox.com), February 06, 2000.