the odds against a normal birth
so staggering it dissolved our mirth,
while we had so much love to give.
Intestines protruding through a gap
entering this world, brandnew.
Encased in glass with lights of blue.
We gazed in awe. You took your nap.
Five operations and so much sorrow
combined with hope and feverish prayers
(not to mention the countless tears)
anticipating about "tomorrow".
Yet all this seemed to pass you by;
so galantly you won each struggle.
The victor, whose parents would juggle
schedules and uncertainty as time crept by.
Gently stroking we first made contact;
bonding warmth engulfed my soul
enriching me with a sacred goal:
my grandson! Sweetest of divine impact.
Grandma-Ellen (Nov. 1st. 1997-1998)
