“from father to baby girl born shortly after death of father's mother”

Little wonder, wreathed in morning’s hush,  
Your tiny fists clench quiet’s fragile thread—  
Born as tides of sorrow gently rush  
Around the place where tears and hope are wed.  
Your grandmother has left—her silvery trace  
Still weaving through the stories I recall:  
Her laughter lingers in this silent space,  
Her gentle hands seem faded on the wall.  

Yet here you are, with petals yet unfurled,  
Eyes blinking at the edge of shadowed light—  
You are the vivid answer to a world  
That fuses loss and love through day and night.  
Dear daughter, you arrive as dawn appears,  
A gift awakened from a restless dream—  
Your birth dispels the hush of recent years  
And colors emptiness in tender gleam.  

I see her, somehow, sculpted in your chin,  
In how your lips will purse and briefly smile;  
Her ember flickers softly deep within  
The cradle’s hush, the heartbeat’s steady mile.  
So sleep, my girl—between goodbye and new,  
You’re cradled in a legacy that’s true.  
I’ll hold you close, and whisper all she gave,  
And let you know your name is love, and brave.

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