by Heather Carnaghan
Your chocolate brown crib
so carefully assembled
and covered in the softest bedding
has a flowing ruffle below.
A mint colored blanket
stitched with love
still sits folded in anticipation.
Your name is painted in cheerful script
behind a delicate paper mobile
hung to make you smile as you gaze up at it.
All it does is make me long to know
the color of your sleeping eyes.
Or chocolate brown like Daddy’s?