To many of us, joy begins with birth, our first
The joy of my life, a child named David, immersed.
David – the Beloved One,
Who, like the hero, slew his giants, undone.
Years ago, no child, no light,
Dreamed of a girl, meek and quiet,
With dresses and petticoats frilly,
But God had a plan, something really.
From Adam and Eve a lineage conceived,
A seed planted, his wisdom perceived.
The great day came, in joyful tone,
A son announced, my heart overflown.
You, my son David, came to be.
Eyes met, heart raced in glee,
A spark of life, fragile yet true,
A creation of God, his masterpiece in view.
An infant so tiny, so fresh and new,
Like diamonds on roses, kissed by the dew.
Eyes as blue as the heavens, with long lashes around,
A world once empty, with you is found.
A promise to fill our lives with your love ensued,
Gone were the days, when hearts were subdued.
Each mother has her memories to tell,
Ours with you termed a heavenly spell.
Fumbling and trembling, I dressed you well,
In softness and love, my heart did dwell.
Less than a week old, yet a temperament so profound,
Oh Angel of mine, in love we are wound.
With tears, giggles, and everyday joy,
