Helen, Heaven

Helen,

a petal of roses

from heaven;

Helen, a shell

from the heavenly shore;

petal of roses

and delicate shell,

Helen is more.

Dimpled,

in dimity,

Helen

is pure personality.

But seven days old,

Helen is more than a shell or a rose;

she wrinkles the daintiest elf of a nose

and eternity

stirs at our door.