For Ivy Annalise

 

 

Here we sit

sorting our lives

like the daily mail,

measuring our progress

by old photographs,

judging our worth

by unseen gain.

 

Then here you come

waited, wanted, already loved,

beautiful and perfect in your own right,

and more important than any

unseen, unfelt, unwritten belief.

 

That you are here,

that you are ours,

that you are loved,

forever now,

no matter.