December 2, 2020

Pic & Poem of the Week: October 16, 2016


Newborn Foot

(Click on picture for larger image)

When our first grandchild came
to be with us, my father held back, unable
to bring himself again to give his heart
to another child, another who would
call forth his love, no matter the cost.
And then, knowing her smallness, her helplessness,
her inheritance of this world’s sorrow,
he gave his heart, and so was given
what he had suffered longest and needed most.

By Wendell Berry
From A Small Porch: Sabbath Poems 2014

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Note from CM:

Yesterday was National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day.


  1. Can I be a guy and say, “Tears”…?

  2. For the past year I have found myself increasingly not walking the beautiful fifteen acres I have been so fortunate to be given to hold and take care of. On this non-church Sunday, the idea that I could go for a walk instead comes as a revelation. Doh! Why didn’t I ever think of that. Following the link to Amazon I find there is a book of Berry’s poetry about doing just this over many years. I can’t remember the last time I bought a book of poetry. Perhaps I’ll read them to the pines.

    As to the poem, I have never wanted a grandchild, tho I observe there are those who do. Maybe thinking that I screwed up my one chance of raising a happy child badly enough, there is no way I should be be given a mulligan. Truth to tell, I am grateful not to be faced with the responsibility of raising a child in this world today. I don’t see how people can do it, tho I’m sure it helps to be young. I have trouble enough with my cat.

  3. Ronald Avra says

    Love Wendell Berry.

  4. Beautiful poem.

    Thanks for remembering pregnancy / infant loss remembrance day.