"Birthright" by Emily Harris Adams

Little reflections of all the good that came before you

flitter across your newly-minted self.

You are a pinkened version of your grandfather,

and father, and me.

I can see, in you, the piano-player fingers

of my youngest brother, the wide eyes

of my cousin Ruth.

I see my mother in the strong set to your shoulders.

Seeing you now, with not even a day behind you,

I have no trouble believing you might become a God.

This piece was published in 2013 as part of the 2nd Annual Mormon Lit Blitz by the Mormon Lit Lab. Sign up for our newsletter for future updates.