On that summer eve,
When I was just getting off,
Got the phone, and heard the news,
Rushed right over to be there,
Couldn't do much-
But stand and watch,
Hoping for time to rush,
Like trying to catch a missed bus,
I had to keep busy,
While all this was going,
My head spinning,
And my heart racy,
Seconds to minutes,
And minutes to an hour,
I am just about out of patience,
And then came the call,
Everything is alright,
And then she came out just right,
"She", my God, just what I wished for,
5 pounds and 2 ounces, bundle of joy,
Held her for the first time,
And gave her a kiss on her lips,
She wiggled her nose,
And then gave me the look,
I cried and held her tight,
She was all I had,
Her mother lay dead,
On the hospital bed.
(11200124) Copyright © 01/01/2007 Ronil Tataria
