Baby Selene

Though you are not here,

Your presence is felt.

From the moment we met,

You’ve been a friend.

More than once we changed addresses,

Our friendship didn’t end.

Today I hold your grand-baby,

The first you won’t see.

I imagine your laugh,

As pride swells inside you.

You touch her soft hair,

Which is black as coal.

You kiss her wide eyes,

Which intensely gaze at you.

A doting grandma you’d be;

You whip out a magic wand.

And she’d be draped in laces,

Frilly dresses, of pink and white.

She gurgles her delight,

You respond in kind.

I call her a princess,

You nod in approval.

What a beautiful baby,

Basked in radiant love.

You whisper ‘Selene,’

Her name sounds so sweet.