The union of love yielded you, precious daughter.
And the memory of that moment
when your eyes first opened fresh,
and stayed upon my own,
will forever breathe perfumed air into my soul.
Two tiny windows revealed a tranquil sea
of joy and innocent mirth,
the brightness of which no camera could capture —
and an understanding passed between us
such as I had never known —
I saw eternity in that instant.
That gift, once delivered, perhaps your purpose fulfilled;
for then you departed and would not return.
The years have passed, yet the thought remains —
who would you have become
if only you had more time?