“from father to baby girl named after recently deceased grandmother”

Little one, your hands are curled  
like petals just unblown,  
and in my arms, this newborn world  
is wonder newly sown.  
Your eyes, half-moon and midnight blue,  
reflect a gentle grace—  
a love I once so dearly knew  
now shining in your face.  

We stitched your name from stories old,  
from laughter soft and bright,  
for she whose hand I long to hold  
now lingers in your light.  
Her voice, a lullaby of years,  
her kindness, steady, true—  
I see her spirit through my tears  
each time I gaze at you.  

My darling girl, this legacy  
is wisdom wrapped in gold,  
the patience, strength, the melody  
in every tale she told.  
So as you grow, both wild and mild,  
with hope’s resplendent curl,  
know you are cherished, woven, styled—  
from father to his girl.  

And though my own heart aches tonight,  
I sense her love made whole—  
her name, her soul, your future bright:  
all cradled in your soul.

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