“The pleasant remembrance of a past experience, glory; the glow frequently seen in the sky after sunset”

The day I was born,

Much about

The world

Was wrong.

Yet

My mother said,

That found great

Solace was found

In my

Birth.

When I breathed,

My first crisp breath,

They rejoiced.

It was said,

That my skin

Radiated

With the afterglow

Of God,

And my cry

The sound of

Angels.

My mother said,

I was an

Omen of good faith,

And hard times

Soon to pass.