by
Ian Brazee-Cannon

It had been a cold snowy night
A late drive to the hospital
Long hours of waiting
Excitement filling the air
Slowly family gathered
All waiting for you to arrive
We took turns comforting your mother
As she prepared to bring you into the world
Push, push, push
And you were born
'He's beautiful' your mother said
As she looked at you for the first time
I could not hide my joy
As I showed you to the family
    As I held you close
I looked out the window
The gray clouds
That had lingered all day were gone
The sun shown
The world was bright and alive
Looking at your delicate form
Everything felt right with my life