! The New-Born Poem

Of course, it’s yours so you want to love it, want to believe that though there are other children, yours is special but when it first appears, there’s a moment…. should it look like that, is that the way they look? then it’s cleaned up and looks better…but there’s a part of you ready of course to fight for it, but still slightly wondering, how will this miracle turn out? then somebody who has to say it because they’re on duty or because you’ve invited them to see it says oh what a beauty and now that just one other person has looked at it, it seems already blessed by the looking and you say yes isn’t it, isn’t it a miracle…