Whatever else in the world
Does not matter.
The centuries-old grudges,
The wars, the suffering, the misunderstandings
In ten thousand dark corners.
One look from this child and it all falls away ...
You have always been this way
From the moment you emerged,
Blinking, warm, and wet,
Into the glowing white light
of a Boston birthing room
Four years ago this morning
At 8 o'clock.
You embodied peace,
You emitted a light
To show us
what remains possible.
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