Somewhere, in a bed,
Lay a baby just welcomed
Clothe with blood and vernix,
Crying to let the world know of his arrival ,
Arrival into the beautiful cruel world.

Barely crawling, reaching for freedom;
Not of the breast where his attachment lies,
Happily guzzling, casting warmth on all around;
Such warmth so temporal,
As short as a glance

Short legs moving so fast,
Not so stable, but not unstable,
Gaining control one step at a time;
Beautifully recorded, 'my first...