For my precious little daugther:

Though at times it is a distant memory,
the clear silver lining clearly floats away into the far away distance
marking a path across the climbing steeping mountains and rolling hills,
with wind swirling around my body – a big lump of reddish brown;
my body, who has been disloyal, to this tiny embryo in my womb.
~¬~
Oh my dear Elouise, you were already formed by big hands
and yet my disloyal body betrayed your precious spirit.
~¬~
Elegant and frail you were,
Loved you were from inside this womb;
Oh God why is this happening again?
Until one day we meet again,
In a heavenly place.
Still my child, be still my precious child.
Eloping into a timeless time, waiting…
~¬~
Still in my dreams, your tiny soft hands curl
around my tender-like hands.
So precious was your little spirit to me
dressed in a tiny little dress, smiling with those
big blue green olive eyes
Oh you were so precious, and still are.
~¬~
Alone in my heart you will lay,
be still my precious Elouise, be still.