Your wings spread
on Alki Beach next to Puget Sound.
You are wearing red mittens
and the snow glitters near your pink ears.
Your hair like poured butterscotch radiates
bright stripes of the morning’s sun.
You giggle, “Look at me!
I’m a snow angel!”
and I recall what the nurse
said just four years ago,
“Your baby, your beautiful baby,
hair like an Irish child.”
and how I wrapped my arms around you
whispering in your ear,
You are mine, stay with me.