Birth

Slippery and wet,

Furious 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 miraculously 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