My cousin
is a sweet water baby,
jelly tummy, gurgling laugh.
She’s a warm 7 pounds,
with flushed velveteen skin-
sprung from love, lies, and a desire to be.
As she’s passing around the room
(a shared joy),
each aunt and uncle and family friend lights up
just a little bit, as they cradle her close.
She has clear blue eyes, ocean deep,
but who’s to tell if they will stay that way, distantly cool forever;
or warm to brown, a soft reflection of her Italian heritage.
For now, she is
solid in her mother’s happy arms
but I half expect her to dissolve her form, slip back into the stream
and flow away, taking her brightness with her.
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