Frankincense and Myrhh

for Bill and Erin

Hark! The herald angels sing. We have arrival
swathed in soft and continuous hugs and coos. He is
in every sense potential.
May Big Daddy bless you three immeasurably with His
trademark patience, time-tempered in that old wilderness
wandering. Surely, you are curious

of what’s next, you know, you read about, been told to do
nine months now, your whole life too by a few
family, friends,
surely experts all. This magi left gold at home and has to send
his frankincense and myrhh in words, as well, that seem to fail
to tell how time will assail

your changing view each day in every way. First, there is running
ahead to can’t wait days of babble, laughs, and doddering paces.
Next, a pure perfect joy of
the precious present, finding each seized diem suddenly stunning,
but soon the seconds sail to distant memories of comforting faces
and a confidence that you...now...know...love.