“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.