Eve : But Dad, I can't marry you! You're already married!
Daddy : Yes. But you can always be my little girl and you can live with us forever.
Eve : Dad, you're a nut-case!
*****
Evening bliss, the tightening every five minutes
during a Relief Society Fireside.
Are you the one in labor?
Sisters gathered around
then I smiled home,
packing my bags and my hopes of a finally feminine voice.
Mere hours later, a few natural strains and she, she, she
cried a girlish cry, opening big and bold.
Nearly double digits of her own flair already.
I held my genesis, my fruit, my Eve.
3 comments:
what a cutie!
i'm seriously so in love with her dramatics and her amazing outfits-chosen ever so carefully by her loving mother :D i wish i had the patience for that! my favorite outfit(s) are the ones you've made with amazing fabrics and "flare"...just out of the book fancy nancy (in my opinion)
HAPPY 5, EVE!!
she is so stinkin adorable! it must be so much fun to have a girlie girl around. maybe i could borrow her sometime and dress her up and take her shopping down the pink aisle and watch princess movies and eat dainty little finger foods. what a great idea! (if i do say so myself) why haven't i thought of this before?
That is a beautiful poem!
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