My son! My tiny son,
For which I labored
And finally won!
Oh, great the
prize!
I see it in your tiny eyes ...
My wonderful, precious, unique surprise.
Oh, I knew you
Would be you
And God knew.
But, My farthest
Imaginings did
not dent
My first glimpse
of you!
Cleft in chin
(How like Him!),
Beautiful skin ...
Features of my
beloved
Can be found ...
Chubby face, so
round.
And, do you bear
Resemblance, too,
Of Him?
Does God have
A dimple
In His chin?
Your soul, so small,
Will grow with all
We teach and tell.
Little soul,
Precious to us
...
Precious to Him!
God, help us.
The way is
obscure,
Foggy, and dim.
Please ...
Patches of
Sunlight
For us, for him,
We pray.
2002 by
Joan Clifton Costner
