First Grandchild
Newborn child of my child,
Lingering in your eyes I see
Shadows of white-robed angels
and visions of eternity.
Precious flesh of my flesh
Wondrous gift from God,
Whose tiny feet so recently
Have Heaven's pathways trod.
I wish that you could tell me
The things that I've forgot.
The glorious things, The eternal things,
That those in heaven are taught.
I wish that I could see again
The things your eyes have seen.
I wish I could remember
My first premortal dreams.
Newborn child of my child.
Spirit now clothed in clay,
In time your celestial memories
Will dim and fade away.
And so I take you in my arms
And fervently I pray
That your bright spirit might ever be
As pure as it is today
© Madeline Baker.