Many years ago while my wife Serafina was on a
visit to her native country of British Honduras, I received a letter that
she had become sick and miscarried. While it may've been twins, at the
very least it's a child I've never seen or known. Of the two possible
genders, I've here imagined a daughter and called her Désirée
A Daughter to Me
A daughter to me,
of birth I've naught, not one;
A daughter to see,
on earth, the blessing only of son...
Yet, even so
as God created humans all,
He would know,
if girl, in being, He once did call...
Thus, I still may meet,
in the eternal realm, unfurl'd,
A daughter pretty and sweet,
beyond this present world...
I imagined our lost child as girl and some
years ago I wrote about it. She's in her early twenties,
which may be how people in heaven look, youthful in the full bloom of life.
She is about 5 ft. 8 inches tall, with shoulder-length, dark hair. Her
green eyes are set in a well-shaped face with a small dimpled chin. They're
a shade of greenish turquoise, with a little brown coloration invading the
verdant from the side. One of her forebears had green eyes, a Confederate
soldier, perhaps of Scottish descent and Louisiana residency. He was Serafina's great grandfather William Rhody who went south where he met an
Indian woman from Ticul, Mexico, and they had a daughter named Emilia.
With imagination I saw her
looking something like this grandmother of Serafina's. Her skin is smooth,
of a delicate tan and her hands are slender with tapering fingers. Had she
lived, I can see the Indian women of the Yucatan with their dark eyes
admiring this one who shared their native blood, as it seems they admired
one of her brothers as we travelled through.
In my musing of mind I see her happy and
joyful, there sometimes casting an eye toward the gate, thinking of the day
she'll see us, and ready to greet us with a rose, fragrant with a blush of
dawn. I hope I will be deemed good enough to enter and see the daughter I
never saw in this life: a young woman blent of Spanish and Indian
blood...and aye, a lass, with a wee bit of Scottish.
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