We met that evening at ten,
While his sweet mother rested.
Through watery eyes I watched–
A magnificent miracle breathe and squeak–
A glorious gift from God.
The kisses of angles blotted his soft skin,
and I touched his hand to mine.
“I am your father,” I told the little boy,
And kissed him for the very first time.
And while his brave mother slept,
We met that evening at ten.