Rainbows Do Stop And Lay Their Gazes Poem by Maurice Harris

Gabriella, the name we proffered for thee-
Precious as is nothing else, save for three!
That is, of which I speak, my family:
Kristina, Kalina and Abigail too- are these!

Glorious and magnificent; precious, lo, beautificent;
My life, our life- shall be transcendent!
Whatever I so choose- lest I manage a ruse;
Magical colors, in a myriad of hues!

Rainbows do stop and lay their gazes
At my fortunate life, which has happened in phases!
Fortuitous and gifted, as I do appear here-
So too are they that, to me, do steer!

Inimitable spirit, may ne'er to be broken;
Herest I am, await do I, your love's token!

Maurice Harris,15 December 2007