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 her 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.