My sister came to town to be present during the birth of the baby.

And she brought with her an Amaryllis ready to bloom.

She said she couldn’t bear to miss the flower’s grand finale as well.

As it had not bloomed in two years, she didn’t remember the color.

On the day the baby was born, we found we had a daughter named Fiona.

And the Amaryllis bloomed in the most subtle lovely shade of pink.

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    • I had to look back at this post and I would agree, the baby and the flower are the most perfect shade of pink. Your welcome.
      Love,
      Shalagh

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