She first appeared looking newborn delightful. Inspiring awe and wonder in the gazers eyes, heart and soul. The pea released from the pod. Green, fresh, beautifully new. Born with the rising morn. Hush
Hear the flutter of angels, see love in her grandfathers heart as he breathes in the essence of her new life. Wisdom. Born into this world. In this moment love is all, all she knows, feels, touches. Fingers and toes exposed for the first time. Hark.
Growth begins, continues, is always. Her eyes take within life’s wonders, people, places, laughter and joy. Asleep in the quiet. Into herself she becomes watermelon cheeks and blueberry eyes, lips red as the white of snow. Softly, ever so softly, she growls like a tiny baby bear. Hear.
In the garden she lies under the maple tree on a blanket of white. In the beauty and stillness of a Sunday summer day. She pulls on the harp strings of our soul.