five hours old new
cheeks new
skin new
eyelashes
wrapped in white
tenderly held
in careful father hands
striped sweater crouched over this
newness
whispering sweetness
into new
ears
welcome little one
son
you are
loved
you are
a part of us
grow play learn laugh cry love
and we will watch and
weather the storms with you
our hands a cradle
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