...  We have recently been blessed by a second grandson, a welcome addition to our family.  He is now six weeks old and the first child for my son and his wife. 

...  It made me think of the poem I wrote when our first granchild was born.  She is now 10 years old! How time flies ..........

Hungry Baby

         (for Rose)

I pick the baby

from her mother’s arms,

her peachy cheek

colliding with mine.

Milk rimmed, her puckered mouth

still fiercely sucks

rooted to my neck.

Slate grey eyes open

in puzzlement; fists worry.

Her head bumps my shoulder

like soft fruit falling

to earth, face crumpling

in berry-red rage.

© Sue Burley

2004
Revised 2010