Lil' Soldier
As I watch your father, my son, hold your 3 lb. 9
oz. body over his heart~both of you were content.
Already you knew each other well.
I can't believe you were born at six and half
months into pregnancy yet had no health
problems! Your lungs working at 100%,
I see you as a miracle, but your father changes
that perspective. He makes just as much, if not
more, sense.
Looking down at you with eyes full of love, he
then looks at me and softly says, " He's already
proven he's a soldier."
Yes Lil' Soldier, you are tested, tried, and true.
You are a strong and lucky lil soldier. You couldn't
have been born to a more dedicated, loving, and
profound father than the one you got.
I delight in knowing how much he will add for
you to develop into the whole, well rounded,
spectacular person you will be. Without question.
And you will be all that~plus much, much more.
Nothing less, no doubt.
You already came into this world in a class all
your own; made your daddy so proud; and
astounded and amazed an old crippled worn torn
soul with what I know, already, you will do in this
life.
So, Lil' Soldier, from afar I am cheering you on as
I listen, watch, wait. Know that I am forever here
for you if you ever need or want me.
And I find solace in knowing that I created, from
scatch, a man, a black man, a good black man
who knows more than me, who is better than me,
who sees way more than I saw, and has much
more to give you than I could give him...
And he deserves a lil' soldier,
Exactly like you.
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2013
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