PopNewborn, new person -- Ruddy of cheek and round, A chipmunk bounding Toward winter, Eyes agog and wide to the world in front Face cute with incredulity T-shirt awash with drool, (Dripping at the waiting feast of life?) Cool red bandanna tries but cannot help To stem the glistening tide While truncated legs Ending in star spangled booties swaying beneath Dad's new blue front-pack, Making him look past due. He's so proud he could pop. Proud he is and full, As he swaggers ahead down A springtime path hoping you'll look, Of great expectations And virginal visions Of what those eyes will see Of where those feet will tread A budding life so tender Its fruit can barely be imagined. But why look into the future? How can he separate his hopes From baby's destiny? (Around a bend, he's never been this far.) For now it is only the moment Look at me! I'm a dad!