On the Birth of my Muse

What joy could she have known would come to light
as on this day she held her baby girl?
What joy did she foresee with mother’s sight
while bent with joy around her little pearl?
The birth itself a miracle and gift
to her, to every life her life would touch.
In reverie she felt her spirit lift
and rise to future happiness with such
a swell of grace, the angels must have wept
to feel the love they’d lost, the love they’d found.
Such grace, such beauty never could be kept
within the realm of one eternal round.
And so the gods released her to this earth
on this, the day to celebrate her birth.

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