Her Gift

I had the privilege, 26 years ago, almost to the minute, of giving birth to my first child. I had the privilege today to spend all day with her sharing a wonderful gift given by her fiance who, in his love for her, chose to share the gift with me. It was a special day, luxurious and relaxing. In her company it was a perfect day. Her presence, from that first 14th April has been a gift that keeps on giving. My daughter, Claire-Frances. An angel. With a wicked sense of humour. We had the best day. Almost as good as 26 years ago for me. And much less pain!

I did not know,

Could not have known,

This day repeated long ago

Would come like this,

Would see the cherub,

Woman grown.

 

Angelic then,

Still angel now,

That pure of heart, retained,

With humour’s spark

A flash of time,

And how

 

Embraces love,

My girl, this friend,

Is love embraced,

Surrounds her as a halo,

Delighted then, in giving gift,

Delighting without end.

This Now

Imperative, in night, this gives

Command brooks

Quiet, this resistance,

Now see, stand!

Energy you feel, this floating

Room alive

Now know inside, this flight

Of possible, now real,

Pillow weight, this light, forfeit

Imaginings,

Lift birth, this knows

Now smiles

Persuasive love, this coos,

Askance in understanding,

Ghosts of nodding

This, in recognition, now

Those all around,

Who is the ghost

Now this

From sight above.