When She Was Born
When she was born, emotion bent his knee.
He hush-asked, "how could one perfectly wee,
of such beauty, be an outcome of me?"
His inner core glowed joy in a stunned beam.
Sight of her was more WOW than any dream
in this rough man's imagination gleam.
Feel led outside where wind took his wild scream.
A tough man crumbled soft by her small face.
His fearsome now in a defenseless place,
his emotions marveled at God's good grace
granting her, a miracle, from his trace.
His child, baby girl, had him Dad-captured.
He who had never been soft enraptured,
not at any point tenderly fractured,
surrendered his all, now infant raptured.
He loved his little girl with full heart might.
Years of love turned tough in divorce's plight.
He wonders if she knows that no fought fight
ever hurt him as did their good-bye night.
When she was born, emotion bent his knee.
Premiere No 160
December 22, 2017
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2017
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