{welcoming my brother Micah to the world}
it was love
at first sight
and
probably even before it.
the eyes
that open
cautiously,
aware of
little else
than the
hands that hold him.
the hands
that curl
at the
slightest touch
around the
finger offered.
the
perfection
of
eyelashes
of
fingernails
of the
furrowed brow
and pursed
lips.
simply
evidence of
Grace
by just
existing.
simply
a promise
of Providence
by just
being.
simply
a reason to
praise
by just
living.
to treasure
to cherish
to love and to love and love.
beautiful kailee :) and I like the structure :) it's different to your previous poems but I like it :D
ReplyDeletethx Kymmie dear :)
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