Just look at the baby lying there, <br /> Eyes tight shut in first repose; <br /> A harvest of so much time and care, <br /> Reaped, at last, in birthing throes. <br /> <br /> How strange this sense of initial meeting <br /> With someone as yet so very unknown; <br /> Untouched by previous glance or greeting <br /> Yet bearing the seed of inheritance sown. <br /> <br /> We hesitantly seek a familiar trait, <br /> Some tenuous link to bind us fast, <br /> Trying to absorb this spawn of our wait, <br /> This mint-fresh being of an ageless past. <br /> <br /> No layer of prior perception here; <br /> We truly are seeing him just as he is; <br /> An innocent babe with future dear, <br /> Just starting forth in this world of his...<br /><br />B. B. Watkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-he-is/