Our guest poet today is Rutie Earle, who voiced the following poem for Dana. Rustie is a blind man who in sixty years never felt the kick of a baby in the womb. The thrill of his first experience, offered by Dana's mother, inspired the following poem. Dana, my grandchild, was born on Thanksgiving Day that year. She's now a "grown-up" nine year old who's becoming her own person. Watch for another poem by Rustie Earle coming December 10. Rustie Earle "writes" poems demonstrating his Christian faith and in honor of his friends using a tape recorder. A collection of his poems is available through Carolyn at beaneryblog@yahoo.com It was great to feel your baby kick, to feel it move around. I hope that it's healthy and happy, born weighing seven and one half pounds. May you always remember, this is God's gift from above, And may each become guilty of smothering it with love. Give Monte and Carolyn half a chance, they'll spoil this baby for shur. After all, Sandy, isn't that what grandparents are for? I don't know your husband's family, and I know they don't know me, But a mom, a dad, two sets of grandparents, how lucky can one baby be? Some day when this child gets older, and the two of us get real chummy, I'll tell of the day she kicked my hand, from inside her mother's tummy. The miracle of creation is enough to leave one awed, Always be faithful, raise your children in the love of God. May this little one have a brother or sister, and yes, I know they'll squabble. But I hope the first words this one says, aren't "gobble, gobble." With God's richest blessing, I remain your friend, Rustie aka Russell Written September 27, 1997 for Dana, 7 lbs. 6 oz. born Thanksgiving day 27 November 1997 | 
