Ode to Newborn Oriana
Oriana, an angel sent down from God:
We waited with patience by night and by day,
Having all things prepared and yet you delayed.
Or so we thought in our unknowing hearts.
For it wasn't that life was postponing your birth
As in rhythms so sweet your tender heart grew
Each minute, each day we were looking for you
But for miracles, waitings are worth.
For on one winter's night, with the world fast asleep
Any darkness in heart or in the room where you cried
As first breath you took and your moment arrived
Was transformed into gold from your radiant beams.
So as you ponder this life in days as you grow,
Its meaning unclear with much sorrow and shame.
When you are down, just remember your name:
Oriana, our precious sunrise of gold!