November 2, 1997
(A Chronicle Poem)
Mom and Dad
Man and wife,
Share a treasure
All their life.
Aeliana Honoré
Dark haired beauty
Came this day,
Five twenty eight
Sunday morn
Unfolding, revealing
She was born.
Eight pounds, one ounce
Twenty inches long,
Traveled all night
Arrived before dawn.
Star from heaven
Visits earth,
Golden girl
Precious birth.
Looks around
Likes us too,
Silent questions,
Asked of you.
A treasure for us all
To keep,
Smiles and snuggles
In her sleep.
Aeliana Honoré
In this world
And on her way.
