Monday, April 5, 2010

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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