Sweet

Sweetness itself is in your smile.
The soft curve of your cheek,
The baby smell of you, and that
Voice. Cooing, laughing, crying
Making yourself known to the
World. You are a blessing.
Blessing the world with memory,
Their own babies to see.
Blessing with the wonder of
New life, starting fresh again.
Especially in the midst of death.
In the season of fall and letting go.
All which has been shall be.
New again and you show us this.
So let go and fall for the new
To become born in you, because
It always takes a bit of fertilizer,
Dead things to make new life.