Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

New Hope

New hope was born, without that fear;
my body pregnant, filled with life;
no more sadness, no more strife.

And in awe, my eyes did see
her image as she was born of me;
ruby cheeks, down-like hair,
eyes aglow, skin so fair.

Thus I turn to thoughts of summer,
when breezes blow and sway the poplar
when I walk and talk and look
at my beloved daughter.

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