Betsy Robin Schwartz

she is

a garden

she is

the Jordan

she is

Shana

turning two

today

like her

sister

and brother

before

she is

my sister's

child

she is

mine

she sees

me

and rides

the air

to my arms

I sit

she sets

her cheek

on my

chest

shuts

her eyes

I am sure

there is no

greater love

than this that

never asked

to be so

beautiful

and is