OUR DAUGHTER’S DAUGHTER
I remember
Your first moments back home
She sits there in your lap
Finger-length legs extend out
Tiny feet still curled slightly in
Her arms securely swaddled
Press close to her four-pound body
Born five weeks early and
Only four days old
Your upturned hand
Cradles her padded bottom
Easily supporting her upright pose
Against your belly like a doll
While your free hand gestures
As you speak cheeks flushed
With new mother relief
Far above her head your smile
Hovers like a tired moon
We celebrants see
She is not new
Like you
She already knows who she is
And she is
Fully present
Her darkly serious vision
Remembers our generations
Her perceptive questing
And ancient eyes take us all in
