Thankful

She came into this world with a wail,

head to toes covered in you—delicate

hands, defiant chin, small  feet and

a tone to pierce skin. Under a heat lamp

gives her a scare, that is until mommy

whispers, It’s okay, my little dear,

mommy and daddy are here.

When the nurse lays her on your breast,

her rosebud lips stops its mewl to root

for sustenance. A tiny bundle

to swaddle in cotton catches

leaks from her new parents’ eyes

as they stare in wonder

for their baby siren.

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