A little personal reflection tonight on the eve of our second son's birth.
On the eve of your birth
July 7, 2004
I tossed, but could not manage a turn. I stayed up
Hand to my belly, feeling you move,
In mere hours I'd feel your skin.
I know we made you a Cancer when you were probably destined to be a Leo.
You lead like a lion, but retreat like the crab. King of your jungle,
Face of the moon. I longed for you.
You were perfect when you were born. Though,
You swallowed fluid and couldn't be held by me
for a day
While I recovered. I pumped my liquid gold
And made my way to you.
Gavin Isaac Scott, our little, soaring,
Precious hawk. I know you
Fear you are not good enough,
So everyday, Mark my spot. I stop to say, and I hope to convey
You matter to me and to us.
A miracle, a puzzle, a source.
I drink you in, though sometimes,
I cannot relate to the taste, and hesitate.
You are learning. We are learning.
You, our son, are an incredible being.
You are loved. You are adored.