Newborn

I feel some little loving arms

holding on so tight.

I feel a racing heartbeat

with just a touch of fright.

I feel some warm and tender love;

I think I'll peek to see.

Yes, I was right:

I see my sister peeking back at me.

And now this strange rough feeling,

strong hands and bony knee,

And eyes so full of manly pride

fixed quietly on me.

I start to cry, he wipes my tears

and looks a little sad.

From all the things I hear them say,

I guess this must be Dad.

What's this! A look I've never seen,

nor can I quite describe;

The feelings that connected us

...waiting there inside.

She sang and talked and laughed

with me,

And loved me as no other.

No one will have to tell me,

I have finally met my mother.