My April Joy

A poem was born for me

On a cool day in April.

She had silk and curly hair,

Crying from the happiness

Of being birthed into an imperfect


A more beautiful version of myself.

We have a bond only a mother

And daughter will understand

I wanted to pay a permanent tribute to

Maya Angelou by naming after her

But she carries the name of the mother

Of Our Lord and Savior.

Innocent and fragile,

Cocoa brown eyes,

Seven pounds and ounces full of love.

I love her,

And she loves me.

By Toyhoney

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