From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   The umbilical cord is blue,   
   The placenta is black and red,   
   The newborn's skin is purple,   
   And now, I'm a dad.   
      
   It took seven minutes -   
   No more than that,   
   My love stands, leans on me,   
   Then comes out a head   
      
   And then - an announcement   
   To all alive:   
   The baby is here -   
   Greet her, husband and wife!   
      
   How do I feel   
   Do you suppose   
   When you reach for my eyes   
   Or snatch at my nose   
      
   Or look at my face   
   With wise giant clear eyes   
   Appearing informed   
   By multiple lives   
      
   And yet also open   
   To everything here -   
   Whatever world you come from,   
   Greetings, my dear!   
      
   "Num-num" for milk,   
   "Bum-bum" to get changed -   
   Both words you know   
   At one month of age,   
      
   You look like a bear cub   
   When your mom sits you up   
   And resound like a trumpet   
   When you give out a burp   
      
   Or you happily laugh   
   When you stand on her thighs   
   And she holds you up   
   And looks in your eyes   
      
   And when I say   
   You will grow up strong   
   You don't cry any more   
   And then stare along -   
      
   Everyone says   
   "What a beautiful baby"   
   Hug you and kiss you   
   And then you are happy   
      
   Wherefrom do you come?   
   What do you know?   
   What is your truth?   
   Into what will you grow?   
      
   What will you teach us?   
   What will you become?   
   Put pieces together   
   Into what sum?   
      
   How to combine   
   Wisdom of soul   
   With what exists   
   In this world?   
      
   All that you have been,   
   All that you see,   
   All that is given   
   And what you will be -   
      
   Masterpiece, artist,   
   Creation, creator,   
   Nature, mankind,   
   Shaped and the shaper,   
      
   Part you eternal,   
   Part me and my wife,   
   Part what you'll learn   
   And part all of life -   
      
   In those giant eyes   
   As you look to the ceiling   
   Full of great thought   
   Full of great feeling   
      
   Full of everything   
   That is true:   
   Lillian Gaia Shambat,   
   I love you!   
      
   Ilya Shambat   
   https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)