Grandma's Poem for Ronan

Grandma Akey wrote this poem about taking care of Ronan while he was sick.

Beautiful Baby Boy



Beautiful baby boy,
Cradled against me
Sound asleep.
I pray for healing
Worry as a grandmother does.
Your little cheeks are cherry red,
The rest of your skin pale.
Once in a while you awaken
With a half smile,
Then fall back to sleep.
Sometimes you whine a bit,
My heart breaks.
I know this may be teething,
And a flu bug combined,
But it does not comfort me
To see the degrees climb
On the thermometer.
If cradling you could restore
You to health,
Then these days
Of holding you should make you well.
I massage your tiny feet,
Rub your back,
And pat you gently.
I rock and coo
Kiss you over and over again.
Melt each time you give me
Your crooked little smile.
Two days I’ve held you
While you slept the day away,
Only relinquishing you
When your mother comes from work.
Perhaps tomorrow those teeth
Will break through your sore gums,
Perhaps tomorrow the flu
Will be gone
And you will be your smiling self.
Beautiful baby boy,
So very sweet,
I pray for you before I sleep.

©2008 Dolores Nowak-Akey/all rights reserved