written for our eldest son, Dick.
First child, you bring a special mix
of joy and fear into my life.
Gazing at you, helpless infant
--- whom I possess and yet do not possess,
--- who faces the unknown in years to come,
--- who looks to me for everything for life,
I think and dream.
What will the future hold for you, first child?
What unsuspected talents will appear?
Where will you go? Places I never knew...
What problems will assail and challenge you?
You are so precious, and so needful of my care,
And I'm so new at all this mothering.
First child, be patient, love me much,
And I will try to do the same for you...
Nadine N. Doughty