Poem for Sienna
Everyone sees her face as clear as a mirror -
Someone’s perky nose - great granny’s?
a curved shoulder - her grampy’s?
the solid legs of the Baders,
the soft brown hair of her mother.
Now it’s her Dad’s slightly protruding ears
- the smile, all Leal’s!
We see ourselves innocent and fresh as babies breath,
But she will bloom into herself, fly away like pixie dust
conquer tomorrows we may never see,
ride her own trajectory.
No matter fleeting earthly life -
where she goes the stars shine bright.