Mommy's Little SupaDupaFlyGirl
Tis' January Twenty-seventh
Nineteen hundred and Eighty-eight
The clock chimes spoke
Precisely at three
In the twilight morn
Before the sunrise
My little SupaDupaFlyGirl
Brought tears to my eyes
My tears of pain, I've long forgotten
But that moment is mine for all eternity
Her head tore me open
The doctor ignores
He gently cradles her head, shoulders, legs
And keeps her from falling upon the floor
She let out a wail
A cry so loud
Her Father was startled
And then he just smiled
His little SupaDupaFlyGirl
Is warning the world
I nursed her to my breast
Strong and healthy she grew
As newborns do
And it was in
Church
Snow white is her silk gown
The Sacrament of Baptism
Mother and Father
Poured holy water over her crown
She is a child of my dreams
Even as she was a tempest at three
Strong-willed, healthy and intelligent
I saw she grew to be
First Confession
Holy Communion
Confirmation
Catholic school she excels
Almighty God must be pleased
I can't help but hold back
Tears of joy
When she addresses me
"Mom please..."
A young woman is she now
Oh, how beautiful
Is her soul
Today the world is her playground
God's will for her shall be
My greatest hope
That we walk together
In our Father's eternal kingdom
I have lots of memories
To tell her about
Yes, mommy's little
SupaDupaFlyGirl
Will always be apart
Of her Father and me
And I cherish my memories
Upon that morning twilight
Tis' January Twenty-seventh
Nineteen hundred and Eighty-eight
The clock chimes spoke
Precisely at three
In the twilight morn
Before the sunrise
My little SupaDupaFlyGirl
Brought tears to my eyes
finis
Photo Credit
Copyright © Elizabeth Ashley Photography
@supadupaflygirl
Poem
Copyright © ralph marie de largo
October 30th, 2011
@ProLifePoet
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