For months we wait
With bated breath
For this special day to arrive.
We wonder,
We plan,
As hope unfurls and blooms.
But this day,
This special day,
It comes like birth pangs
Not unexpected,
But suddenly, from nowhere.
May your labors on this day
Become joys tomorrow.
Feast and gift to share.
For on this day
Many years ago
A gift – THE gift
Came forth in such pangs.
Wrapped with great care,
In swaddle and swath,
Brought joy – JOY!
To mother, to Father
For all of humanity.
Beautiful. Such a gift…