PAD 13: For My Oldest Living Son

 

Homecoming Day, after my oldest son's stay in the NICU.

PAD Challenge, Day 13 prompt: write a living poem. What makes a living poem may be different for everyone. Some people may like to live it up, while others may focus solely on being alive. However, only you know what kind of poem you can live with. After all, it's your life (and poem).

After several years of struggle with infertility, and then the loss of two sons nearly one year apart from each other, our oldest son was finally born. After a brief stay in the Neo-natal Intensive Care Unit (NICU), we brought him home to take care of and, best of all, to hold onto and love.

For My Oldest Living Son

"He gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children. Praise the Lord!" (Psalm 113:9).

Oh my dear son, my littlest one,
My heart is so happy because you have come.
This smile that rests across my happy face
Is because I now have you to hold and embrace.

I’ll never forget your Mommy’s tearful eyes
When we first heard your tiny but beautiful cry.
Your hand on your cheek truly seemed to express,
“Oh, what am I doing here? Oh, my goodness!”

You came slightly early and were very small,
You needed some help, so the NICU was called.
It drove Mommy crazy that you were downstairs,
She had to get better when you were not there.

But every time that she had visited you,
Her spirit was strengthened, her heart was renewed.
She healed so much faster with you in her arms,
You healed her much better than strongest of pharms.

I thank God for the skill of your Mommy’s doctor,
Without her good skill you’d have been lost for sure.
We owe her so much, for your life she did save,
And she saved Mommy’s, too, on that most joyful day.