A Prayer

Yesterday, scarcely seven days too soon,
seventeen hours, one summer afternoon,
our baby was born, a beauteous boon,
a beautiful bairn, both bonny and brown.
May all who help, and at her side appear
throughout Time's short span send health to her here,
and hope and happiness; nor harm, nor fear.
Her name? The soft sweet sound is soon set down:
Lucinda!

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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