Of One and Another
Once, just once, it was said to me by another,
knowing neither you nor I, nor loving the same,
that the child of ours that stares back from these pages
with angel’s eyes, speaking those simple phrases,
like she was caught with a mouthful of forbidden candy,
giggling those common words for the first time,
is the most beautiful child she’s ever seen
and wished she was hers,
knowing neither you nor I, nor loving the same.
How could she have known
our child at play before us
speaks for God
and only we can hear.