Poem: Baby Jaharri

Feels like: "Ljósið" by Ólafur Arnalds

"For you formed my inward parts;
   you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works;
   my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret,
   intricately woven in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my unformed substance;in your book were written, every one of them,
   the days that were formed for me,
   when as yet there was none of them."

-Psalm 139:13-16

Baby Jaharri

By: Tita Quina

I miss you,

sweet niece,

I never got to hold

or see grow old.

I lack certainty

of when

it became real for me

but your picture,

            when
            at 7 months

            you came with

            your beautiful brown skin

            tiny body

            precious eyes

remains in my mind

And I love you

more than I

know how to express

Psalm 139:13-16

my rest.