The Journey Inward

On the day she was born,
     I expected a boy,
But as noon followed morn,
     This girl brought me joy!

Everyone guessed a boy,
     But no matter-what love,
I'd never known such joy,
     My gift from above!

All that matters-what love!
     Now I am a mother,
To this gift from above,
     This love like no other!

As noon overtook morn,
     I looked down on her face,
On the day she was born,
     Felt Universe's grace.

Photo:  1999, Phillipsburgh, NJ by Sears Photography

This pantoum poem is dedicated to my first, born in the middle of afternoon in February, 1998.