that I was pining for you,
my dark haired daughter.
Can it truly be one month already
since the midwife's voice
rang out in the darkness of a long labor, saying
"Reach down and grab your baby!"
And that's when we finally met.
It was the most incredible moment of my life.
You came into the world quietly,
tiny and pink and utterly perfect -
still curled in upon yourself
like a tulip in early spring.
- - - - -
Is this how our life together will be?
Day spinning into night and night into day
as you slowly unfurl
into a magnificent blossom?
I hope so.