Twenty seven years ago 
I was holding you in my arms
Fourteen hours of labor 
And there was your face
White hair and blue eyes 
I could not have imagined 
How in love with you I would 
Be then and now your sharp
Wit and challenging personality 
You told me truths I needed to
Hear and kept me questioning 
What matters, what is real
And why I need to recognize 
Those aspects of myself that 
Aren’t always easy to accept, 
What is before my eyes.
Beautiful child, you make me
Look inward and grapple with
What I don’t always want to know. 
How grateful I am to have given 
Your brilliance to the world. 
If only it could see itself with
Your raw vision.

KW. 6/10/23