I have a little baby girl.
A beautiful beautiful baby girl.
The world is bigger somehow -
Tea more delicious,
kitchen accidents more tragic,
little sounds more beautiful
- her skin so soft.
for now…
a perfect poem I’m posting for my little blossom,
written today by wondrous Hannah & feeling so right. xxox
What I Will Tell the Flower
One tiny puff of white clover.
Sure, whole field white with clover,
but I can see just these five
white flowers, this one here
not just an example, but the flower
before me, a miniature lotus.
No other moment for us
like this one. It’s just me and you
here, flower, so I will speak
it now, in a voice overgrown
with clover: what this field always
needed was you, little flower.
What I always needed was you, little Amelie.
thea.
xxox