Aunty announced her arrival the night before, bringing a smile to my peaceful face.
The tiredness had set in by then after such a long day, but he had made it all OK. Such is his way.
What good fortune! An Aunt with open arms and quiet ways.
Provides a space to clear my mind and body.
A friend so precious and true; teaching, healing and cheering.
And the child.
Her mother knew she was a soul who would shake us and named her accordingly.
Quiet, but forthright, she is a sweet lady, bird of joy.
Feeling lonely again, she clearly states her will, and duty bound, it is made so!
She cuddles teddy with such a tender grip, I feel one of my scales fall away. They are falling everyday.
Soft and sincere, I am thankful for the gift of her, here.
Her Uncle brings his form of discipline, persevering on that winding path.
We women, little precious included, are not easily turned. Ha.
But sense prevails.
Her head is wrapped. We sing of twinkling stars, gospel blessings, bus wheels.
She is soothed by the soft candlelight and the firm order. Sleep!
Soft and stern is a combination destined to benefit the youth not already lost.
Peace reigns where angels sleep.