The man sees his son, his first born, for the first!
Such falling, of tears!
Never . . . can it get, any better!
How does one prepare for?
The coming, into, this world.
Anxiously waiting, too hold, too kiss, too love, too guide.
How does one describe?
No words, fit this . . . "miracle, beyond, miracles!
Taken for granted, just another day! "not so," the tears cannot stop!
He looks at his miracle maker, lying in bed, his heart swells ten thousand times, inside. Never . . . has she looked more . . . so golden, so angelic! A golden halo, he does see!
A glancing of pure, total, unconditional love.
One day my son, one day, we'll share once again, together, the happiness beyond happiness, the miracle of miracles, my son!
Who says "miracles are not?" Miracles happen, most every second of every day, somewhere! Have we become so busy, so out of touch, through the lack of touch, we dare not see! ANYMORE! Glen