Three months and fourteen days
I have waited for blue skies
and muddy, melting earth
to bring the “tomorrow” she’ll descend
through fluffy bright clouds.
For the very first time
I will call her Isabelle,
or maybe Paris,
or perhaps, Simply Beautiful.
It doesn’t matter,
I am just thrilled
that I will call her
and she’ll be mine.
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