Coming To Life Poem by Francis G. Kariuki

From the start of conception
He knew he was a champion
Like a lion in a mission
His ambition was no fiction

Nine months he counted in the womb
In there, he paused and pondered
His yearn was to conquer
The mother could tell by the kicks

The D-Day at long last came
The world to welcome a treasure
A masterpiece - a gift from God
Specially made by the mighty hands

The world was longing and eager
To welcome this one of a kind
With trumpets and tuba in wait
Tensed faces they made to paint

his birth was right
For good was was the fate
With a tap on his butt
The cry was fitter than fit

His arrival was a bang
Dealing less with the tongue
But with deeds that defined
Defined what he had coined