Will I ever write again,
Or will I just pour out my heart through my fingers?
I'm in a state of constant elation.
Our eyes actually locked when he heard my voice,
And we stayed like that for quite a while,
Him learning from all of the things that I've seen,
Me, of course, seeing life through the eyes of a child.
When it all happened my tears would not stop coming,
Both out of joy and out of the change in plans,
From home birth to getting him out through surgery.
But, after seeing him, I don't give a damn.
And it's alright,
If I miss a couple more of these.
I'd miss a thousand if it meant not missing one,
Moment of all the new things that he sees.
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