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
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
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.
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