Waiting to meet

the newest member of the family for the first time.

 

Your Mum, stepping off the train

holding our blanketed beautiful you in her arms.

 

After hugging and kissing you,

we saunter over to the station cafe, but,

before we enter, our attentions are distracted,

by a brightly colourful display of various novelty gifts,

in the window, of a shop next door.

 

So surprisingly, you raise your little arm, your forefinger,

pointing at one in particular, a multi-coloured glass duck, but,

even more surprisingly, is your naming it in baby talk

( and, my imagination of how, if you could, write it,

in baby-ish letters )

KWAK KWAK

 

then, you point at other displayed items and,

give them the same name

KWAK KWAK

but, the funniest finger pointing ' christening ' 

and creating so much laughter,

is when you point in my direction, I too become

KWAK KWAK

 

Such an hilarious time we had, of it, and, still are having

recalling those comical moments.

 

But, how thankful we all are, when recalling that other arrival,

the much more difficult one when, Mums flesh door

was sliced open, like a ripe melon,

allowing your umbilical detachment,

and growth, to begin

 

then, after being freed from your incubating box, among many,

into which, plastic serpentesque tubing, had carried various fluids,

to and from your body and, the screaming your way into the world

had become less voluminous, you were cot placed, 

next to Mums bed.

You became a star, overnight!

 

Both of you now recipients of life saving care.

 

Mums needle fanged veins, being introduced to the much

bodily neededs'

 

 So! here we are today, adoring your miraculous presence,

those little bandy legs, doddering you from one part of the furniture,

to another

so quickly, that, you took us by surprise, going out of sight,

to where harm would have been waiting to happen, but never would,

as long as Mum and KWAK KWAK

were watching over you.