Love peeps through the screen, many miles away
In rough, rumbled, beats of a new toddler’s heart;
Dark, with restless tiny fingers gripping winter’s tray.

Weird happy tingling pokes of a creation complete.
Commenced with many yells, and now another start:
New breath into a complex palette and dizzying street.

Eniafe, the one we wanted; the stylish, fanciful guest;
And his father’s edge in repose; art in blood of new hues.
His mother’s rock chiseled in the dreams of harvest.

The world will not end. Not now, for the fresh terrain,
and tomorrow, nods to better selves and better views.
Here is a new earth, embodied, like a bitty human grain.

He is here, bouncing. He is here, bouncing. He is here.
He is here. He is here, bouncing. He is here, bouncing.

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* Born Febrary 14, at around 4.23pm, in Minneapolis Minnesota. Mother and son are doing okay