"For Anna Catherine on Thanksgiving"
by Samuel Hazo
The first girl in generations,
you came when the century clicked
We studied you
as our particular event,
our small surprise, our bonus.
Months earlier, I prayed
that you'd be born intact
and healthy, and you were.
Today I wish you beauty, grace,
What makes us crave for those
we love such bounties of perfection?
Life, just life, is never
miracle enough no matter
how we try to church ourselves....
Squirming in my arms, you save me
from my tyranny of dreams
with nothing but your version of a kiss
and the sure, blind love of innocence.
from nines to zeroes to plus one.
Capped on a pallet, you flexed your toes
and let us count your fingernails.
First holiday in Austin with the family... Mom, Dad and Grandma. A thankful day indeed!