Colleen, on Her Eleventh Day

The occasional dream of grace
Has been replaced by a new life
     Entrusted to our care.

She came out with a full head of hair
And a face that blends our features
     Into one fair countenance.

A newborn's obstinate vitality
     Drives her lusty lungs,
     Propels her lunging feet.

We need not look beyond
     The cradle where she sleeps
To find the gift that turns
     A tired world to a garden.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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