Leader of Crowns

to the one who is always in my heart
first fruit budding, gradually greening
manifest masterpiece of form and art
so suckling still, this stem-stock burgeoning
verily, greatness cusps in your being
for you are pristine royalty my child.
may all of your days be happy and mild
of gold and rubies, yours is a rare find
on the day I first carried you, I smiled
lovingly and said, “may you find life kind.”