Quatrain about my daughter
|A precious gift wrapped up in love,|
My infant daughter like a dove.
A glimpse of her eyes reels me in,
Her tiny form tucked ‘neath my chin.
I draw her out, and, face to face,
Our eyes unite in time and space.
Of all the souls alive on earth,
We are connected by her birth.
I would freeze this moment, for a while,
Yet time treads on, and so I smile.
Mem’ries imprinted on my heart,
Keep us nigh, though now far apart.