MIKAYLA SN BETHANIE
I almost forgot all about newborns
And how lovely they carry beauty’s torch
This one resembled a precious little book
I accepted her as a pretty gift from God
She behaved as if she has been here before
It’s a myth that all babies look the same
Some little ones are pink, red and amusing
Others are very cute, sweet and adorable
I suppose one may take it that as a father
I may be biased about this particular neonate
But my years as a realist have made it possible
For me to highly observe with utmost fairness
And it so happens, I have to accept that
Mikayla Bethanie Ssemakula at age thirty three
Minutes and seven seconds was a pretty girl
Joining us at 08:08 prime meridian; mountain time
A humbling experience trailing in pounds of love
And with this cause I have more reason
To believe that all motherly beings should
Believe with all trust in the Lord of Hosts
Copyright ©2006 Michael Ssemakula
Copyright ©2006 Michael Ssemakula
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