Little fingers curl up tight to make a tiny fist,
As fairy lips purse out as if to make a gentle kiss. . .
Eyes, wide as a kitten’s, and little button nose,
You look like someone’s angel–down to your pink toes. . .
Although you are so wrinkled and your face is still so pale,
And the only song you seem to know sounds like a shrilling wail,
When you are here before me, finally, I feel complete.
I’ve waited so long, Angel
. . . at last, we finally meet