Saturday, August 15, 2015

Kiira


She landed
Between birthdays
A lioness cub
Between two Leo’s

Still wearing
Her Vernix
She hadn’t
Changed for earth

Arriving in a hurry
Lungs confused
By water and air
She breathed too soon

She takes her place
Content in the pride
Of women who
Surround her

In her sleep
She recalls
Her talks
With her uncle

She takes her place, between
Those who have gone
Those who are going, and
Those who are still to come
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For the birth of my grand daughter