This poem by Hoosiersunshine is so tender and heartfelt and lovely that I have to reblog. Please leave her a comment on her blog so she’ll know you’ve read it.
I can feel eyes on me in the dark, watching and waiting.
It is my baby, swaddled, from his bedside bassinet with bright eyes that reflect the glow of the nightlight, like two oil slicks on the pavement.
He is a caterpillar, tightly bundled, with his arms to his sides, wiggling and inching his way closer to me.
I watch the little bug with the face of a human, the sprout of a person, move and struggle against the confines of his swaddle, ready to break free and to unfurl his undeveloped wings.
Not yet, my little caterpillar.
His brother is made of stardust and this boy is of the earth.
Together, they are my universe.
It’s so sweet. I liked it on her blog too.
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Good..We agree.
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Forgive me, but that creature looks like a teenage mutant gummy bear. 😉
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Isn’t it bizarre? It’s one of the stages of the hummingbird moth larva.
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Really! We have them here — sure never thought the larva would look like that!
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I have them in all their stages on my blog: red, green, brown…They change completely from stage to stage
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How appropriate JUDY, and just think your mom never knew she almost had a firecracker.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU AND I HOPE YOU CAN HAVE A GLASS OF WINE THINKING ABOUT THIS POEM, AND HOW ALL LITTLE CATERPILLAR BABYS, WILL SOME DAY COME OUT OF THEIR COCOON AND BE A BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY SPREADING THEIR BEAUTY TO SO MANY OTHERS. I will be thinking of how you will celebrate.
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May I have a gin and tonic instead? Thanks for the Feliz Cumpleaños, Sam.
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Wow, cute little one! 🐛 💛 🐛
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