A weight in my arms, the first moment I held her I knew.
She was so small, delicate, a fairy’s child with deep blue eyes
that even from the first breath held a world’s knowing.
Rare and precious thing, serene in a chaos of noise and sound,
little angel child whom I carried in my heart for years.
A soul with a mother’s years of whispered wants and ambitions,
sweetened with temperance and time, a father’s love and hope,
twining me close with fingers as delicate as a sigh.
A dream waiting to be born, a hope and a kindred soul
crossing the void of the threshold and calling, calling.