Her mother gave her a name
that in Hebrew means little dove.
A name of hope from deep in the heart
of Scripture and her mother.
I am huge outside her incubator.
Reaching in, my hand covers her body.
1 pound 9 oz at birth,
Her skin translucent as tiny fingers and toes wiggle and squirm.
I cannot hold her yet,
and offer her the sound of my voice.
Who became tiny to enter our world,
Becomes, in love, smaller still;
lays beside her and wraps her in his arms,
singing songs of life and joy,
And tells her she is loved.