Tiny Miracle by V. Nell Jones

(Photo by peasap)

Beside the crib, I sit gazing

in wonder

at the miracle of my first born.

Against our expectations he was born

in the early hours

of the morning – a perfect baby.

In my mind, I see my grown son

as a tree

in the mountains, standing strong and true.

On my knees, I lift petitions

to a protecting Father

that for all his life, God will watch over him.

On his tiny face now, I brush a kiss

thanking God

for this precious miracle.