Oh, Josie, with your dark, dark hair
So soft to touch - so barely there
Now twirl in mind's forgotten halls
You play with light; you bounce the balls
Of make-believe and moonbeam warmth
And every memory lays me bare...
Your eyes are reincarnate now
They sparkle as you take a bow
In curiosity I lay
And watching Isobella play
A smile comes creeping on my lips
Which suddenly remember how...
Impossible to speak my love
For two girls, flighted as the dove
One resting deep in mother's earth
The other living after birth
But my heart runs with both of them
My daughters, made from stars above...