Our New Year's Baby

One blink,
and then the link
to this old year is past and gone,
with only now to greet the new,
and so I do,
hugging the daughter born
not long before that blink,
some 20 years or more ago.

We greet her with champagne --
just as we did that New Year's Eve
so long ago --
toasting new life,
new love,
new year,
new hope,
new eyes to look into my own and smile.

We greet new years together now --
and have for all these years,
sometimes with fireworks!
and will --
at least,
we will until
she shares some new beginning
with children of her own
in someplace far away from here,
no longer dancing on a beach
but holding new beginnings of her own
in tender arms;
new links,
new lives,
new loves,
new eyes
to watch and wonder as the world begins anew.

(Note: this poem in honor of our new year's babe is posted early in in response to L.L. Barkat's
call to join the "Beginnings" writing project by crafting a vignette about "beginnings" or a poem that uses at its beginning, middle, or end some word associated with the New Year. That word could be "resolve", "resolution", "dream", or something entirely of one's choosing.
Contributions to or links to others' posts for the project are here, if you'd like to join in.)

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