The Son of Love’s Union
Two hearts swelled to twice their size the day that you were born
As we counted, very gently, ten fingers and ten toes
then your daddy sweetly touched your little turned up nose
Two hearts fell in love with our new squirming bundle of joy
Wrinkled pink skin did not deter our feelings within
As tiny hands grasping our fingers gave our world a spin
Two hearts, joined in love, now have two children between
As father, mother, sister and brother round out the score
Only death could break the bond with these children we adore
By: Debra Squyres for the “Gerber Baby” members contest.
Note: This poem was written from a photo of my husband and I after our son was born. I’m in the hospital bed holding him; his blanket is unwrapped so we can see all of him. I remember us counting his tiny fingers and toes and my husband being so choked up with love and pride, he reached down and simply touched his little nose. This was our first son, second child. Sadly, death did break the physical bond, but not the bond of love of Son for father. Deeply cherished photo.