Revisionist Poetry – “Held by Wonder” – For the Love of My Child, v.2

My life has known no greater joy
than this:
my child in my arms,
her tiny hand seeking mine,
her face lit with astonishment.

She teaches me the world
by seeing it first.
In her gaze, even the ordinary
becomes radiant—
a leaf, a shadow, a laugh,
the turning of a day.

Her joy is a living thing,
bright and unguarded.
When she smiles,
something in me opens.
When she laughs,
the whole world feels nearer.

In that sacred pause,
nothing else matters.
I am held by wonder,
and by the deepest love I have ever known.