In Guatemala babies taste honey first to start their sweet beginning,
In Aleppo dust and ash was babies first taste of war as ceiling crumbled overhead,
In Cork a mother gently weeps with joy as she cradles long awaited baby boy,
In Swansea ferry port a lady racked with sobs as another pad soaks through,
In San Paulo Grandmother hugs infant girl close as paramedic treats daughters overdose.
In Boston a family bereft as twin hugs twin, yet little Hawk lay still on tiny bed,
No matter if born in honey times or born in dread times or unable to be born at all, that love is not lost.
Each precious thing should have such sweet beginnings and should rest safe in love