Slippery and wet,
Indignant yet
At the perceived indignity of birth.
Soon, wails die,
You’re resigned to sigh,
As I whisper to you of your worth
And I’ve waited so long,
To hear the song
That I know your life will compose
Only your arrival,
That cry of survival,
Could inspire such glorious prose
But for now just rest,
Knowing the best
Days, are so well before you
I will hold you tight,
And if I have to - fight
To give you all that’s true
For there were months I prayed
Fearing you’d fade
Before you came to be
But I held on to hope,
And he helped me cope
And now through you, it’s Him I see
Only His glory,
Could weave such a story
Of miraculous answered prayer
That’s why now,
I kneel and bow
And place you back in his care
He sent you to me,
And now I can see
Life holds no more meaning than this:
That you are His child
But mine for a while
So I promise, not a moment, I’ll miss
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