Poem #3 for Fall, 2015, Creative Writing

                 Baby Sister

She is a fluttering, fragile
Crystalline configuration
Falling slowly, fusing suddenly
As she lands, miraculously, upon us.

I scarcely exhale when she is placed in my arms
and marvel-- how dainty! how delicate!
But when the shrieking storm comes
I sometimes forget her beauty.

Looking up close, she and I are worlds within ourselves
Both exquisitely, stubbornly unique--
From a distance, though, it is simple to see
We are formed from the same soft stuff.

                                                  --by Meira Nagel