Oh Baby!

For my dear friend... Who in seven months will become a mamma to a superb little baby child.
May your life be filled with finger painting, dancing under the night skies to the sounds of a turn table.
May you know your child will grow up in the arms of the million people who love and support and adore you.
We will build little tee-pee's and try find Wolly.
We will philosophise Winnie the Pooh.
And it will be glorious.
This feast of the heart, this motherhood.

Child

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new
Whose name you meditate
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little

Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical

Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.

Sylvia Plath