She fought hard for you little one.
Through cries you came. I sat quietly.
Our hands held as was my breath.
Your cry brought explosions.
My chest was full. The tears came. This was courage and life.
This was holy!
The small and delicate. The whispers. God was with you and in you.
I rocked as your little chest would rise and fall. Your tongue searching.
I came close and whispered in your ear.
You see. I feel.
My daughter. Our gift. His love.
Wrapped tight in a bundled sleep as the world waits. The early morning hours of calm brought rolling emotion. You're so small. Poppa prayed. We circled. We will protect you. I will love and lead you.
My one. My first. I stop, listen and reflect- you are Selah!!!