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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