In the seasons of your time, coming up around you, I see the blossoms of Anouk. When I think of all the reasons why you are here, I smile, recalling the bubble rising with your birth. You bend and fold your hands in your own way. Like a flower waiting to bloom, in a darkened room, your colors bold in the dimness of a vision of what will be you with all your might. Like a lone star in the bluish light of night, you are coming up on the horizon. From wherever you or I may be, you will have always come from deep inside of me. From wherever you may go, one thing is certain, I will give anything to watch the sun rise upon those beaming eyes bubbling up with the clearness of a song. In the sweetness of what you are and will always be, Anouk. March 5, 2003