by RSGood   Feb 23, 2021

Tiny Rosebud, Roselet
Blooming before my eyes
Emerging, slowly, instinctively
I caress you, supporting your weightlessness
Damp from your first dew
Our eyes lock, our gazes steadfast
Your first sight is cast at me
Your father, my daughter
Not one sound from your lips
Your silence is deafening
My sense of hearing heightened
The only sounds I hear are cascading tears
Down the face of a joyous mother


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