Tuesday Poem: "The Legacy of Laughing Eyes"

Brenna, you are a small sweet potato

dropped into the lap of the gods.

The joy of being glistens in your dark eyes

like a diamond in a coal face.

Daily, your personality takes shape

from the wet clay of your baby heart.

Yours is the funbrightness legacy

of the love of adventure and 

the adventure of love.

Your heart beats in syncopation with

the quick, bright, generous hearts

of your mother and father.

Their love pumps your little lips to laughter.

And now you have a godfather,

elected by the dictatorship of devotion.

We have driven miles of smiles together

in the soft, Spring sunshine of Santa Barbara.

Your hand, a miracle in miniature,

curls in possum tail trust around my finger.

It’s lucky I don’t know how lucky I am.