He started out rough in this world full of strife,
His incomplete body just clinging to life,
Tangled in wires with tubes up his nose,
Will he pull through it? none really quite knows.
But we hope and we pray both the doctors and him,
Will clear the next hurdle and bring home a win.
Slowly he strengthens and grows bit by bit,
As parents stand near him and fretfully sit,
Holding his hand through the little round door,
Grateful for that much, but still wanting more.
As days follow days and merge into weeks,
Life catches hold and it fills out his cheeks.
'Till finally needing no more than mom's care,
We bundle him up 'gainst the cold winter's air,
Most precious of cargo and hoped for of days,
As we thank the kind nurses and head on our way.