Canyon (something) Roberts

We are busy trying to name our new little guy.
I am looking forward to blogging about the last couple of days.
Although every time I sit down at the computer, the poem below repeats in my mind.   




Just a few days after Brett was born my mom gave me this poem on blue paper.

I have loved it ever since...

Day Old Child by Carol Lynn Pearson

My day old child lay in my arms,

With my lips against his ear.

I whispered strongly, "How I wish--

I wish that you could hear,


"I've a hundred wonderful things to say,

(a tiny cough and a nod),

hurry, hurry, hurry and grow

So I can tell you about God."


My day-old baby's mouth was still

And my words only tickled his ear,

But a kind of light passed through his eyes,

And I saw this thought appear:


"How I wish I had a voice and words,

I've a hundred things to say.

Before I forget, I'd tell you of God --

I left Him yesterday."