The Phone Call
The phone call came on a Monday,
My wife had taken the day off,
I was working in the office
Dreaming about a round of golf.
For years we went about it naturally;
Then artificially we tired,
But pregnant we could not get;
My wife cried her poor eyes dry.
So we went down the adoption path,
Even though forty was in the rear view mirror;
The desire to nurture an infant
In my wife was never clearer.
The phone call came on a Monday;
We thought we’d have more time.
A baby boy was delivered that Sunday
In the last minute the mother made up her mind.
“Can you get on a plane to Chicago,
And pick up your baby boy?”
My wife nearly fainted at the sound of those words,
Overtaken with so much joy.
Nearly seven years have passed since then;
Our family grows stronger in every way.
Spencer was our special gift
When the phone call came on that day.
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