Grandbaby Girl Arrives

Aurora, poetic name

soft as the dawn, fresh as dew

enters the world streaming light.

Painting the sky with color

and little joyful noises,

Finds rest against parent's chests.

As in princess tales, she drifts

Into sleep waiting for dawn

to greet a new world of love.

©CV, 2020

From months of expectant joy, we followed Little Baby's weekly growth. Today, she finally graced the world with a name beautifully crafted to represent the beauty of nature and the dreams of a fairytale princess. Aurora August will be greeted by my family full of love in about 10 hours. Although I have already seen her in photos and on Google Hangout, I am so excited to be in her presence.

I found William Blake's poem to commemorate the second day of Aurora's bith (even though she does have a name.) Joy will fill the room when we bring Aurora's big sister to meet her little one.

I have no name

I am but two days old.-

What shall I call thee?

I happy am

Joy is my name-

Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy

Sweet joy but two days old,

Sweet joy I call thee; 

Thou dost smile. 

I sing the while 

Sweet joy befall thee.  

👶

I am offering this post to the Poetry Friday writing community
who have known about this glorious event. Sally Murphy,
an Aussie poet is hosting the roundup this week
and sharing her way to support the horrible Australian bushfire tragedy.