Dear Little Girl
You looked perfect
Your parents said
And it is True
Rosebud lips and button nose
Deep gray blue eyes
Pink baby, pink skin
Hair – ginger, sandy
Yet to tell.
Your mother surrenders
Her body to you
Milk, blood, belly
Your father wants skin time
Baby cheeks against chest.
Blue gray eyes search
Deep into mine
Focus, recognition? Oma
Smells, voices, songs
Eyes close, mouth moves,
Dreams of suckling
Drinking life
The ancestors flutter in joy
Race in your mitochondria
Your imagination born before time.
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