Diana Goddess of the Moon
(Dianna-Marie was born in 1979)
Twenty years old and married to my best friend
I lived upstairs my parents in a duplex on St. Michel
Each night before we went to bed we prayed together
With young fingers linked, love was never an effort...
It was a cold January day in Montreal that year
We huddled together beneath the covers and laughed
"Wouldn't it be nice if we made a baby" he said to me
Guess the angels were charmed and heard his plea,
Cuz nine months later we received a bundle of joy
To our great surprise it was a baby girl
We didn't get an ultra sound we didn't need to know
Her room we painted yellow - her curtains blue
I was supposed to call her Jade but he said,
"Who wants to call a baby after a stone "
and so we named her Diana "Moon Goddess""
As the years went by she became our jewel
Creative like her mother, strong like her dad
She had a penchant for truth, trust, and beauty
We loved her from the start and years later
we realized that she was conceived
on the wings of our youthful prayers.
We look at her and see "us " everywhere
in her eyes, in her smile, in her heart...
She was our first born daughter
A constant reminder of the love we once shared.
July 22, 2018
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