Eileen

I wrote this almost 30 years ago, at the birth of my youngest daughter.

I held you

in those first few moments,

as your skin changed colors

from purple to white,

and wrinkles of youth

gave way to fresh new skin

of old age,

trembling

I held you tight,

and you were none to happy,

for you had traveled

quite a long journey,

so it was alright,

I hoped

that you wouldn't be sorry

that you came

to this strange land,

full of strangers

and even stranger habits,

that someday

you might even thank me

for having been there,

although deep inside

I knew that would never be,

for I had never said thanks

even once myself,

ah but a least

you were not alone,

we gave you a top 40 name,

which must have mean’t something

to all the disc jockeys across the land,

your arrival was well heralded,

and it was most definitely

worth the wait,

of course that was just my opinion,

I did the easy part,

but I’m sure

that the feeling is shared

by all concerned,

especially the one

who provided

your port of entry,

although at the time

it was a very painful

touchdown;

I was amazed,

but then

I frequently am.

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