The Miracle

My daughter is expecting a baby, and now on her last few hours of this miraculous adventure, we wait excitedly.   The contractions were about one hour apart. Then down to 10 min apart but stopped. The next day (today) they resumed, resonating through her body with excruciating pain.    We are all on pins and needles hoping for  the moment of arrival to be soon, but all she can do is pace the floor and all we can do is wait!  So to ease my nerves I write a poem:

Waiting and waiting for our sugar and spice.

Waiting and waiting for someone nice.

We've been waiting so long and can't wait no more;

Waiting and waiting we create a path on the floor.

We feel it's time to play peek-a-boo.

We feel it's time to come out,

So we can meet you.

Come out, come out

Wherever you are

You have many waiting

from near and afar!

So come out, come out

it's time to play

"What a cute baby,"

We all want to say.

Written by Grandma

on Easter Day

xox

The Miracle 

Listening to the old classic songs,

Reminiscing as I sit here, 

 with memories of yesteryear. 

Now, I can only think of you......

Not wanting to get blue,

but daydreaming of all the things we can do

wondering

if I will ever get the chance

wondering

how beautifully my life 

you will enhance

and

praying for a miracle!

from "Awakening Love" -  a book of love poems

Written by Yolanda Pacheco Garcia

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