Dalia

My daughter made her entrance while in the heavens Hale Bop danced We lived high up on a mountain and the signs weren't great the car had broken down again I guess you'd call it fate Is there room at the inn today? Her father knocking on doors pleading for a bed for us on any body's floors Dolce the innkeeper s mother She looked me eye to eye And knew that we were ready That kinda look don't lie A big old key for a small barn door Our maternity bed ,a few coats on the floor So she was born in a barn that day Amongst the bike bits,the crates and the hay And the Angels sang "Waaaaah" she exclaimed as her sister poked her in the eye making sure that she was real And really was alive "Happy birthday" cried the Bombaderros With a smile that lit the gloom "Your a little late " I mutter and hugged my newest wee sweet bloom Born strong my youngest daughter Strong and Pure and True and "Shut the bloody door" we shout As she's scooting out the room