Christmas Baby

Tess Ashton

26 December 2015

Christmas Baby

 

try and describe the softest thing
a tree’s sheen of green
in spring
a cloud drifting - only blue behind –
the breath of a new baby
in a mother’s heart
words very
very hard to find

i think of the poet - Sam -
who might as well have said
babies trees clouds
when he was talking about
poems
said poems aren’t like anything else
‘just as Christ wasn’t like
Moses or John or anyone
a poem is itself
it’s all in there
not anywhere else’

another poet – Gerard -
said the word
that aches most
from the softest things
like babies
trees and clouds
is love

Zoe Bonnie is a poem
sailing in a cloud
has to be top of the tree
for Natalie
and all who love her
whether
on earth
or
in heaven

©Tess Ashton

written for Natalie and Zoe Bonnie, named after Granma Bonnie

Image  Zoe Bonnie by kind permission of her family