Grace

Your small frame in my arms. You, wrapped in white

cloth, looking at me with such wide green eyes.

I, still; lost in you and the moment, fight—

ing every slight movement, fearing your cries.

I note your features, both dainty and frail,

Taking the liberty to imagine

That which awaiting, alone may unveil.

The wonders of time, all that may happen

To you, for you, and all that you’ll achieve,

Leave me here with thoughts filled with hope, and pride.

But, that time hidden behind apt deceit,

Will say to hand you over as a bride.

I fear…no, dread your leave from my embrace.

For, to me, you’ll always be baby Grace