Keira
She sleeps, softly, eyes flicker,
mouth purses to suck
and I watch,
per chance
to take a photograph.
This is her first month,
we don't know her yet,
her personality will unfold
and her feet
will dance.
Intermingled in her genes
are mother's eyes
and daddy's smile
lost in a filigree of new
and vibrant cells.
A half smile, a half glint
of something there,
her first look
of recognition
and content.
Softly, she sleeps, eyes flicker,
hand to nose, thumbing,
as if to tell the world
sleep is all I need,
they'll have to wait.
Milky dreams, lullaby days
and a soft cot,
my new grand-baby,
a little girl
so sweet.
poem by Ruth Walters
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