Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Owen Louis


Last night I held our new grandson for the first time. Twenty-seven hours into his journey, given into the hands of a man himself not grown, into a voice familiar from the womb, and a scent so strange of bread and stew. Drowsy, now. On the lips, almost, the petal of a rose. “Owen out,” his brother said, in words inspired by their use.

14 comments:

erin said...

(warmest of hugs)

owen.

and so it begins, owen.

and so it continues, william.


xo
erin

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

"Twenty-seven hours into his journe"

this is so moving to me...
I enjoyed a lot this post William, fantastic

smile

ps: We're all more rich now from these twenty-seven days ...

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

OMG I wanted to say " twenty seven hours "
smile

Theanne and Baron said...

"a man himself not grown" the connection between you and him, the child in both of you

all ways 11 o'clock said...

a beautiful write in precious moments.

thank you William for sharing.

~robert

William Michaelian said...

Erin

(warmest of hugs)

thank you.

Laura, twenty-seven hours, twenty-seven days, twenty-seven lifetimes.... thank you.

Theanne, thank you, too, for understanding.

Robert, thank you, your presence is my good fortune.

awyn said...

A new grandchild! That first meeting is so special, the heart about to burst with awe, the smile afterwards an eternity long. With grammies and grandads the memory of this moment permanently lodges for safekeeping, to be taken out, again and again, for reviewing in the years to come. I'm smiling with you. A hearty welcome to Owen Louis.

William Michaelian said...

Deeply appreciated, Annie. What you say is so true, and then some. Thank you.

donnafleischer said...

William, Owen is a fortunate child & will teach you many things, also, of course. I love what you wrote here — " . . . given into the hands of a man himself not grown . . . ." You must teach Owen how to do that in his life. I also like what his brother said: "Owen out". Ahh, wonders never do cease, do they? Especially the wonder of joy.

William Michaelian said...

And your note, Donna, adds that much more for me. Your wishes and observations are priceless. Thank you.

Aleksandra said...

Welcome Owen Louis! :O)

William Michaelian said...

Thank you! I will tell him.

rahina q.h. said...

what a precious grandfather Owen has... congratulations to you and your whole family William:)

William Michaelian said...

Rahina, thanks very, very much.