upon this the third day, of this the second month
in this first year of the new millennium
she did come, blue from the passage of birth.
so perfect and enthralling in her nakedness,
in miniature and correct as nature planned,
the grasping fingers, toes, her mother’s eyes
those delicate features, her loveliness complete
her father’s dimples, that little button nose
the cupid’s bow, her own assertive ways.
how beautiful this child, this the newborn delight.
generations sewn in a rich tapestry
of love, devotion in our very souls
touching grandparents whose own memories uncoil
at the stretch of each tiny limb, arm and leg
of her head rooting for mother’s comfort
the overwhelming love of parents whose joining
created a father’s princess, mother’s joy,
this our baby, our beautiful Annabelle
© Annie McLean 04.02.01
