My First

She handed the stick to me in silence. A red plus symbol faded on its end. “What does this mean?” I said in shock. “We’re going to have a baby!” She beamed. The hidden magic of your conception, washed over me in pride. You would be the true linkage of unrelated people. The beginning of the pinnacle of my creation. I longed to hold you. On a small screen in a sterile office, I first saw you in black and white, Playing in the darkness. The sound of your heart beating intensely, Brought us yet closer. I watched you grow and felt your flutters, Kicking and twisting within. I was given the honor of selecting your name. But I longed to hold you. Interruption of my sleep, Came on a warm night in August. You chose an early exit from your confinement. A midnight drive I orchestrated to a solemn hospital. With my reeling body seated in a corner, After many hours and countless contractions, You split the morning with a feeble cry. Through my exhaustion I could not look away. I oversaw every detail of your first hour . And I was the first to hold you in Love’s eternal embrace.