Out for a day shopping,
On the way back to get home was an encounter.
An angel with blue eyes,
Tiny palms and tiny feet.
Nestled in a basket,
There she was on the hood of our car.
She slept fitfully,
Maybe it was the cold.
She came to our home,
As our daughter.
To be raised as a princess,
A beautiful genius who was ours to love.
If I look back upon the course of my life,
The best day by so far is still that day in the parking lot.