Bright and alien and new,
the world is all those things to you,
and many more,
you just being born
and unaccustomed to a strange place like this.
Your sweet face, too beautiful to kiss,
is still scrunched up from the harshness of blinding lights
and the rigors or your laborious flight
from a place so safe and warm
that evil feared to do you harm.
Tiny little baby, there is nothing that won’t be done at your request.
Much time will be spent proving who loves you best.
Whether your hair is blond or brown, your eyes green or blue,
there is no amount of good in the world that will be withheld from you.