the fog was lifting off the meadow on a whole new day.
On that morning, the red baby calf was skipping in joy
With a belly full of milk.
On that very morning your grandparent’s
Hearts were bursting, without a word to say…amazed!
Baby Magnolia, on the day you were born,
The tips of the maples were touched with gold
And drifting down to greet you.
On that morning, the fat headed sunflowers
were bending their sun heavy faces,
To peak inside your little bed.
On the morning that you were born, Magnolia
The plump beets in the garden blushed red,
Just like your mama’s cheeks.
In the middle of the night,
On the morning before you were born
The coyotes were yipping and laughing
Just like your papa is now, to see your dark round head.
Magnolia, on the morning that you were born your
Uncles and aunties and cousins were smiling
Just to think of you, so new in the world.
Of all the days of autumn,
On this morning Magnolia,
This morning that you were born
Everyone took a deep breath
Because the world was sweeter with you.
Pake