A New Flower in the Garden

Time moves; the clock's thin tick arcs slowly past.
Medics bustle, corridors jump, men wait,
hopelessly not required, until called at last!
Summoned by Nurse, to join our tired mate.

No glamor is required to make her shine.
Her happy, tired face, glows; satisfied.
I soon become distracted by a whine
and meet the miracle, that is my child.

Too small, too frail, too pink, too perfect babe.
Exquisite blossom in the garden of life.
Heaven and earth combine in you to make
me nurture, love, protect, and keep from strife.

Two lovers hearts demonstrating their worth,
with family; embodied in your birth.