Babies make me smile. Babies make me sing. Babies make me laugh at all the sweet sounds and funny faces they make, but the newest little baby in our lives does something else.
This little baby boy makes poetry happen.
I don't know what it is about our new grandson Declan, but when he was less than 10 hours old, his 6 year-old sister, Mary, had already made up several poems about him.
Maybe it was the months of building excitement in his family, especially for his sisters and brother. Maybe it was the anticipation knowing this little boy was going to be born at home with a midwife. Maybe it was because he entered the world commanding attention and exclamation, weighing in at 9 pounds and 14 ounces.