So, you may or may not recall that my niece was born about two and a half years ago. I wrote her a poem, but never posted it. I am SUPER happy to say that her little brother, Aaronashe, was born on January 3rd, and he got a poem, too. I thought I would post them here, since I’m an excited auntie and seriously, for real, have the coolest family ever. (P.S. – I feel very privileged to have been able to be at both of their births, and that their awesome parents are so willing to allow us to share their lives).
YARA – June 24, 2010
Tip-toe, tip-toe, don’t wake the worry;
let it sleep, let it sleep a while longer.
Wait an hour, wait an hour or two;
it doesn’t help, doesn’t help to worry.
Sit here now, though the room is unlit;
still, don’t wake, don’t wake the worry.
The air is light, not heavy, light and clean.
Doesn’t it know how heavy it should be?
The waiting, the waiting makes us worry.
Will the princess show her face?
Please, God, let them be as right as rain;
we are undone, we are undone.
Then finally we go to see
the princess in her tower.
Here the air is sweet and filled
with Someone’s fragrant breath.
A golden glow warms up the dark
and angels surely have attended
when the princess’ face appeared
to lead her gently in.
When I hold her, she is strong,
unafraid, this little princess,
with long fingers curled in fists,
with dark eyes of knowing wisdom.
Life is just a passing breath
like mist that flees before the morning sun;
but when a new life dawns,
it’s no less glorious.
AARONASHE – January 3, 2013
aflame and bright
your little heart
gave a beat in the light;
Your little lungs
breathed their first sigh,
as your bid your home
a quiet goodbye.
Out to the world,
a place unknown;
a warrior’s own.
Your paths made clear,
your soul held dear;
your Father’s hands
to steer your plans.
The world awaits;
the warrior come,
the journey begun,
the flame has sprung.
No fear, here;
no weak reserve.
The warrior come,
the fire has begun.