🧬 The Joy Of Having A Child 🧬 Poem by James McLain

A tender blossom in the dawn,
A breath of life, so pure, so new,
With eyes that hold the world within,
And laughter like the morning dew.

A whisper soft, a tiny hand,
That clutches hope with all its might,
Yet dream's creep in on sleepless nights,
The panic leaves with dawn's new light.

The days are sweet, a lullaby,
A song that soothes the restless heart,
But tears may fall in quiet hours,
As love and worry a fresh new start.

Through all the storms and gentle skies,
A joy that words can scarce describe,
A love that grows with every sigh,
In every touch, a soft caress.

For in this child, a world reborn,
A life that blooms despite the rain,
The ups and downs, a dance of love,
In every joy, therein thus lies the pain.