KARIBA BLU & SUMMER RAYNE
14 November 1995
My miracles ~ the chance I got to prove I had something worthwhile to give back!
Seperated by only a minute, these joys of my life are so completely opposite in so many ways.
With one a blonde blue-eyed piece of perfection, and the other a brunette brown-eyed opus of virtue.
People always ask why I choose such unusual names for them...well other than saying that they are as original, and as uniquely individual as their given titles
I wrote a poem to each of them so I could make up for my moment of sheer indulgence
A promise of sunsets
a dream that came true
and all of the wishes
I caught here for you
my first born, my cherub
my blue-eyed child
I sought out your name
from the wet and the wild
Be free mommy's faery
don't forget who you are
you're as precious and rare
as a gold shooting star
and when people wonder
about what I called you
tell them you're as tranquil
as Kariba is blue.
A whisper of water
falling on skin
mirrored with rainbows
when the sun gets let in
you may be the second
child that I named
but you're as fiery and passionate
as a forest untamed
My imp, my changeling
my brown-eyed dream
you're the eclipse of the sun
with a dewy moonbeam
Be happy my pixie
live up to your name
be as warm and as gentle
as the first summer rain.
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BLADE HENRY ARTHUR
29 August 2003
I have so many wishes for you little one. But you will make your own wishes. So today I ask these things for you. May you grow in grace and truth, in wisdom and in love. May you have a humble, teachable spirit and a compassionate heart. May you be blessed with common sense, good humor and fun, and a love of life. You�ll need patience and a forgiving spirit too, especially being the little brother. But above all these things the most we can hope for, is for you to be your own true self. To take all the gifts that you were born with and make them marvels of beauty and ingenuity and astonishment. You are so new to this, and for now you are content with such a little world, discovering the air, the light and the blur of faces. But everyday expands your universe and I promise to share your joy. I promise to get down on my knees and examine the ants in the dirt; I promise to find the amazement in a shaft of sunlight, in a bird, in a fish, and a coloured puddle. I promise to see the humour when you apply oodles of mud and paint on your freshly dressed little body. I promise to understand your determined opposition to the order of things in general, for ever doing the wrong thing, at the wrong time, in the wrong place, and in the wrong way�because it isn�t wrong at all, it�s just your way. And as you grow older, I promise that no biting, stinging word of mine, no inadvertent word of bitterness or sarcasm, jealousy or malice, will poison or diminish the joyous, loving, laughing gift I have in you. At least, I promise to try.
I promise to always be here when you need me, as long as you need me, as comfort, refuge, breathing space, and as a non-judgmental ear. I promise to care for you, and protect you from harm until you are grown, and then I promise I will let you fly free.
But loving you - I will do all my life.
