Birth Of The First One Poem by John A'Hern

Danger always standing close
No control over either fate
Pain involved, sometimes late.
Joy tinged with sadness
Is it one or the other?
Tears of joy flow
Quiet words are spoken.
Care is given freely
Holding hands gently.
Tracing shapes with fingers
Likeness being questioned.
Love deeper than first known,
Help at hand if needed,
Sounds are never queried.
Joyous celebrations follow
Follow what is the question.
Then again let us not question
Instead, let us marvel
At the days unveiling.
Another one has joined us
Names will follow older one.