This poem was written
years ago—a reflection of when my niece was born. It’s a simple rhymed poem.
The Day We Met
So elusive, the day we
met
Soft smelling skin, and wrinkled red.
Your beauty stunned with nothing said,
But knew I'd be in sister's debt.
Tiny body wiggles from fret,
Wrapped tight in clothes, on back, in bed.
Rocking close to crib, while I read
Feelings for you, will not forget.
Lives became special with this shift,
Of baby in her pure white gown,
Eyes big, my emotions woken.
I thanked the lord for such a gift,
Smiled down, gently kiss your crown,
Looked up, now sits a young woman.
Soft smelling skin, and wrinkled red.
Your beauty stunned with nothing said,
But knew I'd be in sister's debt.
Tiny body wiggles from fret,
Wrapped tight in clothes, on back, in bed.
Rocking close to crib, while I read
Feelings for you, will not forget.
Lives became special with this shift,
Of baby in her pure white gown,
Eyes big, my emotions woken.
I thanked the lord for such a gift,
Smiled down, gently kiss your crown,
Looked up, now sits a young woman.
Life and Growth,
Bea
