This was the holiday card I sent out my first year of parenting, when our daughter was just seven months old. I cut a window for a sneak peek, but then the card opened to our angel. The lightness of young life contrasts with the darkness of events in Newtown, CT this last week. I am reminded of a poem I wrote at the same time I created this holiday card.
NOVEMBER NIGHT SONG—New York City
The wind is whipping 'round outside,
the rain is beating down.
My Kate has stirred awake inside
listening to the sounds.
Be still, my little one;
So much remains of night.
Go to sleep, my sweet one;
Dream of morning light.
The sirens wail, but don't you too;
there is no need for fear,
The world is cold and often cruel,
but you're safe and warm in here.
Drink deep, my little one;
Listen only to my heart.
Shut your eyes, my sweet one;
Sleep away this dark.