Aug 10
To My Daughter
With first breath,
My Dawn of Time.
With first cry,
My stars aligned.
Nothing existed,
Nothing had been.
Suns hadn't shone;
Earth did not spin.
Man had not thought;
Man had not dreamt
Till this glorious angel
To my bedside was sent.
One grain of sand,
One breeze in Time,
Sparked this journey
Since deemed my life.
And every sigh, every breath,
Every tear since shed,
In this miraculous journey,
So perfectly led,
Traces back to that day,
The true dawn of my time,
With the birth of my life,
And this daughter of mine.
