Of course, it’s yours
so you want to love it,
want to believe that
though there are other children,
yours is special

but when it first appears,
there’s a moment….
should it look like that,
is that the way they look?

then it’s cleaned up and
looks better…but there’s a part of you
ready of course to fight for it,
but still slightly wondering,
how will this miracle turn out?

then somebody who has to say it
because they’re on duty or
because you’ve invited them to see it
says oh what a beauty

and now that just one other person
has looked at it, it seems already
blessed by the looking and you say

yes isn’t it, isn’t it a miracle…

Michael Shepherd

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-new-born-poem/