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.
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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.
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.
