Thy First Cry Poem by MBJ Pancras

To Our Daughter Suzanna Christy Marua Patricia


Thou wert in thy mother's womb,
A shelter that God gave thee,
Thy playmates were the angels of God,
Thy mother felt thy happy stroll within
And she said unto me of thy happy hours;
Yet thy mother suffered a pleasant travail,
Thou wert in thy mother's womb nine months,
And each day was a thousand years unto us.
Thy advent into the world we longed for.
Human beings we're, so for patience we prayed.
The day thou wert to see our world came.
Thy mother entered the path of travail,
Her heart beat fast, but thou had a silent sleep,
My heart panted, and I was on the railway,
Thy mother was betwixt life and death;
Yet the Lord is ever with us.
Thy First Cry, my heart heard thro' waves,
My heart romped in joy and thou art God's Gift unto us.
I met thee and thy mother,
And I thanked God for His blessings.
I looked at thy mother's face,
It glistened and there dwelt an unfelt joy.
We three together thanked Him,
For the First Cry you made,
For it is the Cry that we longed for.