Royalty
"I gave birth to a princess," her mother
once told me, and I thought of my son pouring
his Grape-Nuts in the garage so as not to wake her,
of the moment her baby, seeing her
now a separate entity, seemed not to breathe,
refused to blink her sapphire eyes.
I remembered again last night as she
and I crossed a Florida street, the caution
light running gold streamers
over the dark sweep of her hair,
when a young man coming toward us halted
midway a moment, stunned, before moving on.