Sawyer's Arrival

The angels are stooping


Above your bed;


They 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. 


W.B. Yeats


Before Sawyer's birth, I read Yeats' poem entitled A Cradle Song. I was puzzled over why the author would miss an infant and why, of all things in this world to marvel over, a sleeping infant, would cause angels to "stoop over his bed".


Then I had one...


Now, after only two weeks, I already see him changing, growing, and find myself missing what he previously was and longing for what he is to become.  The infant, whom I have loved from before he was born, now joins this world as Sawyer Nathan Jenkins: my son.