First Born Son Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tangling interiorly with mental pictures of birth of our
first born son, his brilliance and gentleness sweeping
over me again and again.
Absolute trust and love as he saw me for the first time,
outside the womb.
Beauty unsurpassed by anything or anyone as I looked
lovingly at my precious baby boy.
Gently holding him in my arms, kissing his forehead and
little cheeks as he turned towards my touch and voice.
Nothing on earth can ever compare with seeing your baby
for the very first time.
Something within, subtly changes and you are never the
same again as you realize the miracle God has wrought
in your life.