Elora

In winter, a ray fell on our chest 

On waves of joy rode grace-born cries

This light, new soul on mother's breast 

Piercing mist, cerulean eyes 

Love sings louder than the pain 

Elora illuminates a darkened room 

Our ears, our hearts, can not contain

This chord, three lives - entangled, renewed.

What have we done to deserve this child?

From nothing, through sorrow this particular gift.

May she warm the hearts & light smiles for many

For God - by Grace - may we never forget.

With Love,

Daddy

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