By Clay McLeod
To my ears,
Your cries give voice to the sorrows of the whole world.
To my eyes,
Your smile gives light to the darkest places imaginable.
Your dark eyes hold so many promises
To the world not yet revealed.
I waited my whole life to meet you,
And yet I cannot imagine a time without you.
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By Clay McLeod
To my ears,
Your cries give voice to the sorrows of the whole world.
To my eyes,
Your smile gives light to the darkest places imaginable.
Your dark eyes hold so many promises
To the world not yet revealed.
I waited my whole life to meet you,
And yet I cannot imagine a time without you.
You are my continuation,
Yet you are so much more than me.
You are the manifestation of love and hope.
With your life, you will unfold
A tapestry of joy and sorrow,
Each moment a sunrise, Each breath a miracle.
I cherish your arrival;
welcome to the world.
Clay McLeod lives and practices in Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada, with his wife Meaghan, his daughter Zadie and the students he teaches.
