A Secret Sparkle
There is a secret sparkle
to quicken soon
into life
into a living thing
nudging.
A knowledge of change
starts with a startled blink.
A knowledge of loss
limits who might be told
for now, briefly, as science brews
a human being.
All the while small details
become more and more real
as thoughts stir and curiosity
takes hold.
What color will her eyes be
and her hair- will it curl,
will it glint in the sun.
Who will her features echo
as time folds touching ancestors
and marriages and mingling
reaching back into forever.
Will she have my grandmother's
hazel eyes, or my daughter's
dark brown
or my dad's deep cerulean,
or her father's green grey blue.
A small speck
a sparkle, if luck holds,
a secret soon to swell
into wonderfully obvious
and alive- and adorable.
poem copyright ©2015 Anne Selden Annab
