I.
Hand on hip,
She is proud, but in a good way
In fact,
She was always beautiful,
But in a modest way.

II.
The baby coos,
But in a pleasant way.
Mama hushes,
In a loving way.
Papa holds them all in
A tender way

III.
There is a sense of belonging
To this plaza,
These cobblestones,
This moment. Even
The approaching steps cannot take it from them.
It is whole and
Pure and good and infinite

IV.
With ease of action
There is a deliberate
Movement of one
One family, one footstep.
Our instant, look:
Real

V.
The shadows loom
And moan in the key of ending
There is no end though;
They have worn down
The stones
And continue to do so