(The twins have arrived.9/25/03,All doing well.)

Innocent Arrivals

Two sweet little ones, you have come from afar,
So helpless, so trusting, so brave.
One after another, a sister and brother,
You left your safe, cozy, warm cave.

Your parents were waiting to welcome you here,
And grandmas and grandpas and more.
You must think us strange and a little deranged
As over each feature we pore.

You close weary eyes as we study each face
Unfolding each day like a rose.
"She looks like her mother," and heard from another
"For sure he has Grandmother's nose."

I don't join in the fun as I secretly think
Of the only face I can see there.
Someone I loved so, whom you'll never know,
Had exactly that shade of red hair.

Joyce 09/27/03