A Song for Zamira
The world doesn’t know what
to call you, and neither do I.
Doll Baby. Little Fighter. Princess. Miracle.
I was always taught to support the neck,
but here you are, holding your own chin up
to swivel those enormous blue eyes.
Right now, you are the instrument
of your own need. You bring to each room
infant music. You bring to this world
another song of aspiration.
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….aspiration and inspiration…