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She’s absorbed in the gift she holds,
this infant sign.

She wears the trace of a smile,
as innocence will do.

“Look at him,” she is thinking.
It is a mother’s “Ecce homo.”

Does she dream of his future weight
when she upholds him?

The infant lingers in bliss,
with eyelids closed.

James S. Torrens, S.J. is America's former poetry editor.