Your first year together
a few short days ago--
my son's eyes mirror
the deep, arresting
joy in your eyes,
his beloved. Your heart
beats for joy, God's
joy that pulses true
and full, now into our family.
A year has passed--you first
breezed to this shore,
then off to another--then (unexpectedly
as a wave crashing early) too soon
to another--heartsick, homeward. Praise
to God for you, for your own
mother's heart, your own father's song,
your own voice, laughing, confident,
trembling with joy. Praise.
