Last week I gave birth to a sweet baby girl, and happy to share the joy of it with all my great friends here on the blog. The poetry of Rabindranath Tagore probably expresses the best the feelings which arise at this blissful happening…
WHEN and WHY
When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors
on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
—when I give colored toys to you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance
I truly now why there is music in leaves,
and why waves send their chorus of voices
to the heart of the listening earth
—when I sing to make you dance.
When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands
I know why there is honey
in the cup of the flowers
and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice
—when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling,
I surely understand what pleasure
streams from the sky in morning light,
and what delight that is
that is which the summer breeze brings to my body
—when I kiss you to make you smile.