Witness to thousands of births n more
A jaundiced, prejudiced eye to the fore
Would not be out of place, you’d think
But there’s the miracle again n I blink!
The tender smile, the gentle touch, the wonder struck voice
As a Baby is born, so is a mother, a miracle born of choice!
I never tire of being a Witness to this moment in time
As a tiny bundle of hope n joy makes a mothers heart chime
In unison with the millions of mothers before her
And brings forth an indescribable emotion in her!
Her life will never be the same again, She will never be the same ever again…
As a part of her being, a part of her heart, Will ever walk beside her, but a tad apart!
In response to a Daily Prompt: Witness