William will be 5 years old this Sunday, September 11. We rejoice!
Here is a poem I wrote some time ago. Happy Birthday, son.
Barely above a pound jettisoned into life
Peeking through gauze
Poked, prodded, stuck and skewered
Surrounded by white coats, bright lights, beeps and bottles hanging on poles.
Home sweet home
Motionless gazing at the world from the ground up.
Finally! Slithering over carpet and cold tiled floors.
Upright. Leaning. Scoot. Scoot. Scoot. Smile.
Sun shining brightly overhead
Rays of God
Blessings from above
Days of drizzling.
Drops dancing on his head
Rolling down his cheeks.
Is William crying?
Weathering his storm?
Daddy towering above.
Tears from his heart
Tears from his soul