In the arms of your mother you blink into the sunshine.
And her eyes glisten with the love she never imagined.
You've been a long time coming, little one.
She has waited for you for decades,
A timeless twinkle in her smile.
And she has suffered.
So much.
But looking into your eyes
She knows it's been worth it.
You were worth her pain.
You are all the love she has ever felt.
And all the love she never knew she had.
You have completed her.
And you will never know how much you mean to her
And how much she prayed for you.
How much we all prayed for you.
But you will always know how loved you are.

Welcome to the world, little one.
You're going to love it.

There is a reckless tenancy to leave the door of my life wide open "come in come in its cold out there" I realize I've only welcomed the cold in.

These little fingers
on his little hand
gripping mine
to say hello
Makes me realize
how love can
Create and grow

Helps me understand
what I need to know
That life is precious
And shouldn't be rushed
My own mortality as contrast
to his new life

I'm definitely not in any rush
When my cries for comfort
For food
For a warm hand
patting my ***
And cooing me to sleep
Are so similar to his.

I provide what I can
Because I understand
And I know what he needs.  

Two days of life
and a lifetime of lessons
I wish him better luck than me.
And will do what I must
So he can live a more robust
Life than me.

As delicate as the wild blooming on a mountain's peak
Yet like a rose's thorn hidden from the beauty, it ******
A word, immaculate acquaintances eagerly seek
May be an ambiguous word that the clumsy speak
"Until death do us apart" is what our vows fleet
Yet with Him, a lifetime may mean the least
As His unconditional love grants us eternal peace
Beyond the borders of this chaotic mundane realm
Where the void is dazzled with illuminating marks of His perfect creation
I shall say that forever is and will never be weak.

I put on earrings today
the ones with the bronze suns
I woke to a blue sky
in winter

Lipstick on my lips
for the first time in 6 years
I laughed at my old fool
reflection

Sighs and forlorn stares
had long graced my view glass
now a clean canvas
before me

Most tentative, the first stroke
such a daunting liberty
my pallet still holds
all the colors

Could one forget how
to see in the mind’s eye
the shapeshifting forms
of the spirit

Page 168 of a book, line seven,
How to show a man true heaven,
The girl embraces with a gesture,
An indication of warm conjecture,
A loving welcome awaits him,
Yes, indeed, he's "in like Flynn!"

Welcome Miss. Poet to this land of fun
Welcome you and welcome all to this land of imagination.
Welcome Miss. Poet to a world inside your mind.
Welcome you and welcome all to this never ending story.
Welcome Miss. Poet to this land of difference.
Welcome you and welcome all to a world full of creativity.
Welcome.