Beatitude of Six Months Hannah

When the baby is well fed
she smiles not with well being
but with beneficence,

deep into my face as if promising
a special gift, wishing honor and fortune.
princess of prophecy, savior of the world,
reincarnation of Düsum Khyenpa,

regards me with kindness,
guards me within her
protective shield,
knows my thoughts
and judges me charitably.

I leave her and my face
shines golden with her blessing.
I stand out, singular in a crowd ,
fitted into the cross word
puzzle of her mind.

And when her face
curls into a cry, it all goes
poof.