For Kenny

Where, my child, did you come from?
Behind a cotton candy cloud
or perhaps a raindrop?
Were you sliding down a rainbow
with Tenderheart Bear?
Was your laughter the result
of Heaven's chorus?
Are your dimples
signs of angel kisses?
How is it that I can look at you
and see perfection,
that you are a touch
of the Master's hand?
Was God, in His wisdom,
thinking of me
and thus, here you are?