Americano coffee in a mug,
time alone to savor
some timeless good words,
the day, for me, just beginning,
unfolding sip by sip
from the generous cup
in which it is first held.
Yes, wars still rage
on either side of the heart’s door.
But lucky me—a colicky baby
born into a colicky world,
a world, it turns out, impossible
not to love
with all the muscle
of the grateful arms
in which I was first held.
This seemed like the perfect poem for me to post, as I’m still in the glow of my son becoming a new father, the little guy a month old now. It was first published in 2008 in North Shore Magazine.
Lynne Burnett 
Congratulations to the whole family! There’s nothing like a newborn to melt the heart.
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Isn’t that the truth! Thank you, Ken!
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Congrats to all! And what a poem!
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Thank you, Bob, for the good vibes and liking the poem! 🙏🤗
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What a proud dad and gorgeous baby!
Yes, the poem is perfect!
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Thanks so much, Stephanie!😘
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Congratulations Lynne and family! Lovely poem…
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Thanks so much – and for reading!
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