The Girl

  I was there the moment you were born, when you were placed in a warm incubator. With you Little Flower with unshed lanugo and cream in your creases for me to pick out, for me to wipe clean.   I was there when you opened your eyes and went kicking and screaming into a larger world. A stork bitten girl, a victory sign? Indeed, victory, you of chubby cheeks and you, beloved. What’s not to admire? You laugh at my jokes, and smile when you see me, an instant connection: "Hi, dad!" in an unclear voice. I am a mist upon first listen, I am a mist up through the vents and windows. Kisses, kisses, chew on the tummy and the chin.   Giggle, baby. You are loved. Forget this not.