To write is a beautiful form of human expression. “Rudy” is the little piece that I was moved to write on the night that my Grandchild was coming into the world.
You are a creator, child.
When you come into this world you will meet your mother and father, and you will meet strangers, child.
The sight of your body, pink and wet with slime from birth, your skin wrinkled from the oils of mother’s protection and your lips quivering as cold air is drawn into your new lungs, you will feel the hands of strangers guide you to your mother’s breast.
You will hear the sound of your father’s voice falter as his breath expels a sigh of relief. Your mother’s arms will fall gently onto your body and draw you close.
Your father’s hand will touch you and he will make promises in his heart. He will swear an oath that will be hard to keep.
Now is the time with living and now is your time. Your life is begun with love to meet you. You are the creator of love, child.