Her presence is reflected in
your darling infant irises;
she plays hide-and-seek with me
‘tween shadow and late sunlight.
Forgive my tears, sweet baby niece—
your auntie is not sad at you;
I am merely overwhelmed
by the transcendence of love.
A day will come when you will know
the strength that courses through your veins—
a legacy of fighters.
you’re a warrior.
I see her in your eyes.