Daughter,

You are a treasure to me.

When I saw your mother

With your tiny body

Lying beside her,

I feared my little one was

Gone forever, dead,

Without me having met her.

But then your eyes opened,

Your legs wobbled as you

Stood, attempting to walk.

The Eagle cried

As he swooped overhead,

Announcing your

Wondrous arrival

To all.

Your mother and I,

We sometimes wonder

Whether or not this was

All part of a scheme

Of a grand design

Of which we all take part.

But dear, you are my heart,

And I treasure you forevermore.

My darling, you are truly

My

Precious

Heaven...