Lisa J.

Miracle

All my thoughts absorbed in jubilation.
Father’s thrilled words washed over the mind.
Can this be, a small one in formation?
This news bred all secrets, none of its kind.
Tongues restrained-joy within interiors.
The secret burst open, mom stood glowing.
We ruled over mom like superiors;
forceful and direct, but love was showing.
Not long after, mom commenced to waddle.
Minuscule wallops emerged from the bump.
Time slowed to a crawl, then a long dawdle.
When will he come?  He had us in a stump.
One day I got a call, “He’s here, he’s here!”
And soon in my arms laid someone so dear.



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