Malaya (01/30/07)

Written for my god-niece on her first birthday.

Malaya is the word ‘to be free.’
And that is what you mean to me.
You are Love’s breath of fresh air,
An extension of God's grace.
You are your mother’s twin and your father’s little angel
Whose wings are folded and hidden, yet.
You are life’s blessing,
A testament of miracles to us all.
With you, suffering dissipates and is replaced
By the warmth and joy you provide in your curious eyes
And pink lips that smile, pout, or curl in a cry.
You are a ray of light piercing through Seattle skies,
The first drop of rain on a puddle of water that sends
Peace in small ripples, as you grasp my hand with your little fingers.
You inspire me to be a good person in this life, and the next,
To look after someone like you, and to say how much
You are Loved.