One set of triplets
and four singles
born this morning at
about half past two.
Five new mothers
seven new kids,
wow, that's huge.
As the moms and dads
sat giving babies love
one stood away from the rest.
A baby girl refused to cry
and her eyes wide open
from the very start.
She was the picture perfect
baby girl, with blonde hair
and glistening blue eyes.
The lack of tears
brought everyone fears.
Her mother remembered a legand
depicting a child of such beauty
yet would not cry and then
began to wither and die...
So the legendary baby was
held while parents wept.
Then the baby's eyes
turned foggy and the babe
joined them for days.
This time alive,
alive for good.
Chances are in this
day and age such a thing
would be absurd,
but once the family sobbed
the little girl began to whine.
The child of the story was
given a necklace of moonstone
that he wore the rest of his life,
and so was the little girl,
for which Moonstone became her name.
Short story poem prose combo thing.
