Helen Bar-Lev, IL

 

 

Free Verse   The Newborn Grandchild   You were born one early January noon That transformed me into grandparenthood Skinny little bundle of perfection I was the first one to greet you Into this imperfect world We conversed – I with words You with your senses A bond formed then, As tight as the swathing clothes As beautiful as your eyes Roaming the room, Eyebrows puckered Questioning the sensations Of a world outside the womb Conversation ended Mother recovered, You reverted back to her care Tiny enchantress Who could have imagined You’d snuggle so securely Into that unsuspecting compartment Of my heart, vacant and aching for you All these years © 8.2006 Helen Bar-Lev   Helen Bar-Lev, IL: Global Correspondent Connecting to Israel, News and Travel Helen Bar-Lev, IL: Contributing Editor: Interview with Tom Berman