Changing Grace

I've lost my grace, little one.
Since your arrival, my shoulders have slumped,
My hair is uncombed, and I cannot be engaged
In polite conversation because my tired mind
Lacks the energy and my gaze perpetually wonders
Away from the speaker to you.

But what is grace?
I observe another new mother, and she is beautiful.
Social graces were important to me once,
But not so much anymore.

My shoulders are curved in a warm and nurturing embrace
As you nurse contentedly at my breast.
My eyes radiate a newfound, unconditional love
That leaves my entire being aglow.
The pace of life has slowed until time stands still
And I remember the simple pleasures of a perfect day,
Sun shining on my face, smiling and laughing with someone I love.

Thank you for reminding me what is truly beautiful in life.
I am ready now to give all that I am to you, and
All too soon
We will both walk tall together.

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