This week’s photos may be a bit selfish on my part. I hope you can find a way into writing from your own life. Leave a poem in the comments and respond to other writers.
Two weeks ago my youngest daughter gave birth to my youngest grandchild, Sam. He is absolutely perfect. I marveled at him for days. All his tiny parts, especially his long fingers and his tiny toes. Two of his toes are webbed.
I can’t really write anything that isn’t sappy, but never mind, just dig right in to it. Grandmothers are made to be sappy.
Perfection Is
Ten fingers
ten toes
that treasure your gentle touch.
Fingernails
tiny and sharp—
His simple signature.
Two hands
two feet
fill a heart with love.
Margaret Simon, draft
Reflections on the Teche 
I just love these photos…can there be any more joy tucked into any being? I don’t think so. There’s no way NOT to be sappy. This is just the right time for it. But, your poem is just perfect as is.
one small step
into this world
one small sigh
your fingers curled
around my finger
around my heart
one small step
a brand new world
by Donna JT Smith ©️2025
So much sweet to enjoy!!
Donna, I love the repetition here. Such a sweet poem.