Happy Birthday, Son

Making the decision to have a child is momentous.
It is to decide forever
to have your heart to
go walking around
outside your body.
– Elizabeth Stone

A Cradle Song

by W. B. Yeats

The angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They are weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.

God’s laughing in heaven
To see you so good;
The Sailing Seven
Are gay with His mood.

I sigh that kiss you,
For I must own
That I shall miss you
When you have grown.

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