Maya, in golden light.

Amidst the brush and the birdsong, 

The Franklins pecking at our front door 

And the white nose starling perched in the tree 

In the middle of the morning and 

In the waning hours of the afternoon 

In and around it all, we are here:

Mother, daughter, darling, father

The four of us cradled by moon song 

And starlight. 

A year ago we waited patiently

You came to us 

Like the sun rising up from a sleepy sky

Light piercing through the mist 

The whole horizon changing from 

Pale blue to fiery orange, 

Pinks and purples illuminating the sky 

Wrapping us like honey and love. 

You woke something ancient inside me; 

Some old love, sparked by your gentle light. 

When your sister arrived, amidst a rainstorm, 

The whole world opened inside me,  

A rainfall or avalanche, 

My heart tumbling into my throat,

Landing between my ribs, 

Flooding me, changing my life. 

And now it has changed again. 

Holding you in the morning light of those early days,

Both of us wrapped in the soft bubble of your new life, 

I cradled you against my breast

Tears in my eyes, I told you I loved you, knowing 

That this love would carry me home. 

(For Maya on her first birthday.)