Botticelli’s “The Birth of Venus”

I stood there watching your birth
In a foreign land, Italian whirling
Around my ears, English in my mind.

In a red cloak lined with pink delicate roses
You are nearing land by the winds
Grace prepared for, your new life.

Love deep within your hazel eyes
Toes almost touching, baptism by water
You stand in your shell, waiting the new day.

I stood there watching your birth
In a foreign land, Italian whirling
Watching young Margherita, come into my life.