I remember like it was yesterday, but the calendar tells me that it was ten years ago.
The day my name included the warmest of words, "Mommy".
The day they placed your slippery self on me and the raw reality of your existence rested on my still youthful shoulders.
I was overcome.
You were pinkish with coppery hair.
Your lips like a rose just opening.
We measured your age by days,
our Joyful soul.
You've always seemed more heaven than earth to me.