child at breast
eyes struggle to open
a sincere beginning
i wrote this little clumsy haiku two years ago at around 9:30am or so, just after our youngest, iris elizabeth, was born;
she was nursing and then stopped and looked up trying to focus on the sounds of chaundra and i talking about our precious new arrival and meeting her and praying for her and dreaming about who she might become and the great friends her elder sisters eve and meg would be to her
...precious, treasured memories
happy birthday iris!
1 comments:
Your girls are blessed to have you, all of us.
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