Emerson Marie Kelly

I see her face.

A hundred forty seven miles away.

I see her face.

I hear her baby girl breath sounds.

A hundred forty seven miles away.

I hear her cry out from her strong girl lungs.

A hundred forty seven miles away.

I see her face.

I see her face.

I see her beautiful, tenacious momma.

I see her courageous, loving daddy.

I see her face.

Starting new.

Good Father stirred momma's waters in the last hour.

Right on time.

Memorable labor for such a precious girl.

Heart beats.

Precious sound.

And they saw her face first.

Sweet Emma girl with momma and daddy.

Emma's people came quietly.

To see her face.

Hear her breathe.

Savor her cry.

To look.

Just look.

To see her face.

Momma and daddy watched Emma's people come.

Tired. Worn. Breathing. Preparing for the next new.

Home.

Home.

Hear the whisper of home.

Sweet Emma is showing us.

I bless you sweet Emma.

Emerson Marie Kelly.

I see your face.

Those 147 miles are thin.

I see your face.

Face of glory.

Sweet Emma girl.

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