written and performed by Camille Brightsmith and Valentina, all rights reserved 2011

Day one with Valentina

We didn’t know you were a girl

Your mama pushed

And we could see you

As you slid into this world

5:29    You came out pretty

Brother and Sister

Filled with awe

Your papa stood

The angel Gabriel

So protective of his brood

Day two with Valentina

And they hooked you to the tubes

Somehow the hours passed

We entered the morass

It felt so sacred touching you

Day three with Valentina

She seems so perfect when we kiss her

She’s wheeled away

We are afraid

Her tiny body

Her sacred skin

As thin as silk

As they go in

To repair a heart

That’s barely tasted mothers milk

Day five with Valentina

And she is there upon her mothers breast

And she can breath

Without machines

And she has conquered every test

Brother and Sister have lived a year or two

Since the day that Vale came

Mommy and Daddy

Cannot describe their love

they cannot think about the pain

Day six with Valentina

She is home in Momma’s bed

There is something

Akin to normal

The kitchen is a mess

The dogs are barking

The kids are fighting

The baby’s craying

The baby’s crying

Valentina

Valentina

Valentina

Hush little baby don’t you dry

Momma’s gonna sing you a lullybye

Daddy’s gonna keep you safe and warm

Sisters gonna teach you graceful charm

Brothers gonna get you in lots of trouble

Sweet little baby, sweet little bundle

Valentina

Valentina

Well we are waitin’
For the baby
For the little baby cuz
Mama’s in the kitchen
Cookin’ 16 things at once
Papa’s talkin’ to himself
Not as eloquent as usual
And when the phone rings everybody jumps

Baby cuz
C’mon and slide out easy
Baby cuz
Your mama’s getting’ sleepy
Baby Cuz
I know its kinda cheesy
You got us ringin’ our hands
Got us laughin’ and weepin’
Baby Cuz
Son of my little brother
Baby Cuz
Come out and meet your mother
We just can’t wait a minute longer
Gotta kiss and hug our baby cuz

Well we are waitin’
For the baby
For the little baby cuz
We are practicing our breathing
Were so nervous we could bust
Now mama’s polishing the furniture
Just to keep from cracking up
Cause we are waitin’
On the little baby cuz

Copyright 2009 by Camille Bright-Smith