A Girl’s Eyes

It is a faint, high - pitched buzzing

coming from above our heads.

Walking slowly hand in hand

in the heavy August afternoon,

we share visions

of our daughter – soon to come.

We both paint,

creating lovely portrait,

and adding colors

to our deepest and pristine love.

Her face so pretty – marvel,

with peachy cheeks

and little dimples –

the babies have to show the world.

Her little hands,

the little fingers

we both will kiss

and one by one.

Her funny feet –

like little muffins,

will move a lot

when giggle’s born.

With open hands

we grab the colors from

enormous pallet

of sunny, perfect, endless day.

We hear distant, sudden

ugly thunder,

announcing coming

summer storm.

We both grab quickly

from the ocean

the deepest blue

that can exist.

And finally now we can see her -

an amazing little lady –

the one we’ve painted

out of our deepest love.