Bambi Graf-Burnham Poet Prose

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.

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