Wrapped in brown skin floats my true gift.

The one I would ask for if only I had one wish.

Will he have my eyes, my ears, my head, or my nose?

Are the questions I’m guessing the answers to as he grows.

He broke water rushing me out of work to catch him.

Ensuring the first hands he lands in carries a love filled blanket.

Shivering and shaking, he’s history in the making.

A testament to God’s presence and the impact He’s making.

Resting on my chest our hearts beat as one.

It’s euphoria, this must be where dreams come from.

Santa can never provide this type of treasure.

I have never seen a stork who swoops down in the ghetto.

I’ve been blessed with a responsibility, I deserve it and I cherish it.

No one can separate what is created through merit.

We mold his mind, combined with his mother’s and mine.

A prophecy filled, my miniature sign of the times.