Forgiven Valentine

Isn’t the birth of a child
The true big bang
At whatever level it happens
 
Everything remembered starts over
As with the first love
When someone else is more important
 
And the father’s a little terrified
And the mother a little dazed
And the helplessness begins
 
With the first sad cries
And happiness seems possible
On the earth again
 
Forgiveness flourishes
Like a little bud
In the crib