One of my oldest and best girlfriends, Emira (who you might know as part of The Boss Ladies), gave birth to her first child today, a baby girl. In honour of her birth (and in them both being Canadian), I offer a poem by an incredible, insightful, wise female Canadian author who is far better at articulating what I would love to say if I were not a blubbering mess at the moment.

(The above image is of Emira and was taken by the incredibly talented Anastasia Chomlack).

You Begin by Margaret Atwood
You begin this way:
this is your hand,
this is your eye,
that is a fish, blue and flat
on the paper, almost
the shape of an eye.
This is your mouth, this is an O
or a moon, whichever
you like. This is yellow.

Outside the window
is the rain, green
because it is summer, and beyond that
the trees and then the world,
which is round and has only
the colors of these nine crayons.

This is the world, which is fuller
and more difficult to learn than I have said.
You are right to smudge it that way
with the red and then
the orange: the world burns.

Once you have learned these words
you will learn that there are more
words than you can ever learn.
The word hand floats above your hand
like a small cloud over a lake.
The word hand anchors
your hand to this table,
your hand is a warm stone
I hold between two words.

This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.

It begins, it has an end,
this is what you will
come back to, this is your hand.

About the Author

Online since 1995, Alex has been creating web sites to help people do and connect offline. She believes in living well, living simply and coffee as a verb. She immigrated to America in 1999 and currently resides in a very hygge 1925 Hunting Lodge in California's Santa Monica Mountains with her dog, Scout.

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