First Born

17 Feb

TO CELEBRATE OUR 100TH POSTCARD STORY WE REPRINT A STORY FROM POSTCARDS FROM THE MOON. THIS TIME WITH A DIFFERENT IMAGE.

 

He held the whole universe in his hands.  The stars, the wind and the trees. Yet she didn’t seem to weigh a thing.  Without the intricate bundling around her she would just float away. He was in love. He hadn’t loved like this since he first saw the girl with the  halo of curly  hair who had given him this gift.

The baby moved in his arms.  The change was subtle like the colors of the sky at sunrise. But he felt it more strongly than an earthquake. When she turned her head to snuggle more firmly into the soft wool she scrunched up her face. He felt his heart scrunch up. His heart was was just an old wad of newspaper that she could toss away any time she wanted to.

She rolled again and faced him full on.  Her eyes opened.  They were blue. So blue they must have been painted by a fairy. And the lashes? Ah, the lashes.

She yawned.  Her lips were poised as if to say her first word.  She made a tiny smacking sound. Then she fell asleep. His blood turned into tears.  He sat and held her as the morning slowly became afternoon.

 

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4 Responses to “First Born”

  1. Darla Sharp February 17, 2011 at 6:36 PM #

    This was truly BEAUTIFUL! Thank you Bill! You’ve captured so much of my own feelings with your wonderful words!
    XOX

  2. Randy Turner February 17, 2011 at 11:04 PM #

    That looks like my baby picture — after 2 boys, my parents were really hoping I would be a girl, and for the first year of my life, they had the annoying habit of dressing me in girls’ clothes, hoping I would somehow be transformed.

  3. Jamie February 18, 2011 at 12:14 PM #

    I really REALLY love your baby posts. Perfectly captured.

  4. Linda Hiser February 23, 2011 at 1:39 PM #

    Have never read anything more beautiful.

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