Born in June
Not a bit too soon
Red faced mite
With jaw clenched tight
Howled one mighty shreik
Then fell fast asleep

So admirers could view
And angels could, too
One of their own
Into life's fabric sewn
To care and to learn
To grow and to earn

How easy she rests
Upon love's cradle dressed
In the finest of weaves
Made of magnolia leaves
So like the pure bloom
Of that warm month of June

Rachel her name be
But no sheep is she
To blindly follow
Into any dark hollow
A caretaker, healer
A truthful revealer

A bringer of light
To warm any night
A mind sharp as thorn
Though a new baby born
A destiny so clear
To be her Mom's dear

Kelly