Our Daughter

God has blessed us on this day with a precious little girl

Laying there among the infants like a rare and unique pearl

And the visage of her person and the aura of her being

Carry all the special features of a dainty little queen.

Medics in their tops and bottoms, makeshift shoes and caps and masks

Marched together in their numbers onward to the final task

At the crowning of the labour came the medics greatest mirth

When in such a blissful echo there declared the infant’s birth.

Fairest features there beholding as she entered into time

Leaving all the fetal comforts as she crossed the mortal line

To a world outside the ambit of the warmth within the womb

Wailing as she took her place on that pleasant afternoon.

“Look and see your daughter mommy!” were the words the nurses said

As they stood in deep excitement by the operation bed

Still recovering from her labours, mother saw the “little miss”

And in warmth and graciousness gave her such a tender kiss.

Well delighted in that moment there I stood with outstretched hands

As I took the little girl and began our formal bond

Not a man could steal that moment, not a veil my joy could hide

Beaming forth from me that moment was a father’s conscious pride.

Now before us all uncovered, all conspicuous and unmasked

Is the great abiding calling of the parent sacred task

How to mould this “little miss” into yet a noble soul

Is the ever guiding force and our most abiding goal.