Strong arms hold a precious little parcel.
Cradled there, she appears tiny.
She screams and yells;
Tears course down his cheeks.
He touches the back of her hand;
she latches on with a grip
that can stop ten grown men in their tracks.
She gazes at his face;
She smiles then coos.
His heart melts into her tiny fist
which is still clasping his finger.
He realizes in that moment,
he will move mountains for his baby girl.
She’s a warrior princess today,
but someday she’ll be a queen.
tara caribou | ©2020