The baby stretches out on my wrinkled chest
Her tiny fingers tightly curled around my useless one
Her innocent eyes study snowflakes caressing the window
She does not know those are my angels watching over us
Just an old woman in her last moments of joy.
She makes the gentle cooing sound so natural and sweet
She does not know it echoes through the universe
That no one really knows that this pure baby
Makes the world revolve around only us.
How do I know, you ask
I’ll tell you how.
In my meager life I have waited a long time
Knowing someday the joy, the warmth
The streaming blood would flow
From my tired heart to her new one
Now she is everything, all that can be.
My never-ending years of longing are over.
We are one heart.
One Heart
Written by Cora Schwartz
(dedicated to Grandmothers)
The baby stretches out on my wrinkled chest
Her tiny fingers tightly curled around my useless one
Her innocent eyes study snowflakes caressing the window
She does not know those are my angels watching over us
Just an old woman in her last moments of joy.
She makes the gentle cooing sound so natural and sweet
She does not know it echoes through the universe
That no one really knows that this pure baby
Makes the world revolve around only us.
How do I know, you ask
I’ll tell you how.
In my meager life I have waited a long time
Knowing someday the joy, the warmth
The streaming blood would flow
From my tired heart to her new one
Now she is everything, all that can be.
My never-ending years of longing are over.
We are one heart.
They think she is theirs
But she is mine.