“I wrote this poem when my little sister was born. She is twenty years
my junior and has grown into an amazing young woman.“
An embryo in a cocoon of safety
slowly unfolds into a world of hands.
Hands of unconditional love
bring her into the beauty of light.
No longer floating
now breathing the lightness of air.
She fights hands and fist,
unknowingly being adorned, brought into life.
Kissed by an angel, he leaves his mark
as she is grasped by her loving parents.
She is a gift to them, a gift to this world,
an angel of God.