May 9, 2009

Where Did You Come From, Baby Dear

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May the charming words of this lovely poem inspire you today.

--Description: 20th C, MacDonald G., Children, Parenting--


Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.

Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.

Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.

What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than anyone knows.

Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.

Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.

Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into hooks and bands.

Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs' wings.

How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I am here.

George MacDonald


--Did You Know: MacDonald was a Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister. Though no longer well known, his works (particularly his fairy tales and fantasy novels) have inspired admiration in such notables as W. H. Auden, J. R. R. Tolkien, and Madeleine L'Engle.

--Word of the Day: quiddity \KWID-ih-tee\ , noun
Meaning: 1. The essence, nature, or distinctive peculiarity of a thing.
2. A hairsplitting distinction; a trifling point; a quibble.
3. An eccentricity; an odd feature.
Example: He wanted to capture not just live animals, but the aliveness of animals in their natural state: their wildness, their quiddity, the fox-ness of the fox and the crow-ness of the crow
(Thomas Nye, quoted in "Ted Hughes, 68, a Symbolic Poet And Sylvia Plath's Husband, Dies", New York Times, October 30, 1998)

--Quote of the Day: There are only two lasting bequests we can can hope to give our children. One of these is roots; the other, wings.
(William Hodding Carter, Jr.)

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2 comments:

Chris on May 9, 2009 at 10:32 AM said...

What a moving poem. I will share this poem when my friend will have her new baby. Thanks you

V. Mahfood on May 9, 2009 at 6:28 PM said...

You're very welcome. It is a emotional and sweet poem, although the baby has quite his own personality in speaking!

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