I wrote this for my new granddaughter:
When I look in your eyes, I hear the soft strumming of a mandolin, punctuated by finger cymbals.
The universe celebrates your birth by dancing a giddy Tarantella led by a magic dragon strewn in a million flowers.
When I look in your eyes I see swaying palms
and olive trees of peace.
The precious fruit of life bursts forth and nourishes
When I look in your eyes, I see perfection
wrapped in a soft pink cloak.