On Awaiting the Arrival of My Sister’s Child
I think of you
with wonder and with envy–
a delicate bud rich with the fragrant scent of life
I think of you,
a delicate bud as yet untainted by a heavy air,
Let roots grow deep
before the inevitable storms;
let petals lift to a bright heaven.
Let roots grow deep,
held upright by the richness of family,
this precious flower unaware of the rains of sorrow
and a sheltering prayer of love.here.