The Outside Door Visitor
The door was stiff with rusted bolts but I did my best
the pool of sweat and the rain of tears can all attest.
There were whispers and taunting from fear
but great determination and anticipation covered my ear.
In the heat, your loud, sharp cry gave me the feel of snow
so healthy in appearance and weight- new life in a show.
My new found love exponentially grows which I’m about to promote
thinking differently, my blessed child sees the world as remote.
Sensitive to every touch, already proving social
yet gone and missing was existence’s marshal.
Making me wonder if that was its exact command
praying and wishing it faces nature’s reprimand.
My heart anticipates whether it’s a prince or princess
but life in union with death is a deadly incest.
You touched down on planet earth with your face looking up the sky
you just landed but to acquire your wings and fly.
The inevitable crossing to the other side wasn’t your intention
I was ready to pull the heavens down for an intervention.
Ten minutes after the miracle, joy bathes a soul already faded
but at the same time life is mocked for the blessing to be shaded.
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