The day, the hour, the minute
I heard her cry
I wanted, I yearned, I desired
to hold her in my arms.
A reflection of snowdrops.
Skin so fair, hair so soft,
eyes a lighter shade of blue.
My hands reach out to her.
My heart races.
I am undone.
Hello, little one.
Copyright (2018) M J Christie
First Published in Noteworthy – The Journal Blog