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For Olivia, on Your Seventh Birthday

by Morgan S. Grether

A seven-year-old stands before me now?

That is amazing, as it seems more like

A month or two since you were born. But now

When I might try to think of what had come

Before, I find that’s just a hazy dream,

As if it were a thousand years ago.

I have to ask myself: Was I alive

Before you came to me, before I met

You, little angel? Was that “life” at all,

That span before, the hintertime, that dark

Epoch, the antediluvian age? Not much,

I guess, as now it seems like I was born

With you (or reborn, I suppose I ought

To say) those seven years ago when you

Arrived to change all my perspectives, dear.

So what now? What stands before us?

Composed: May 2011