Baby Miracle
Each time we learned, new life had been birthed,
down deep where true love grows quite fast;
Our greatest hopes, as parents unearthed,
the sum of our love's storied past.
Daily our preps, made for good cheer:
Maternity clothes and bookstores,
A decorated nursery, then poof—toys appeared.
All the while knowing each day you grew more.
The parties and gifts overwhelmed us,
sheer love shown by family and friends.
Baby kicks made us giggle—a definite plus,
at a time nervously filled, by infant odds & ends.
Big Sis came in ninety, Little Sis ninety-four,
Perfect babies in every way.
Confirmations of Joy, we've come to adore,
Our Miracles of creation, by Potter and clay.
(Written and submitted on 7/17/2018, for the Olive Eloisa Guillermo–Fraser JOYS and TEARS of being AN EXPECTANT PARENT (mother-father) Cash Prize Poetry Contest)
Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2018
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