When We Met

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.

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