Saw Dave and Lisa at the outpost, they
have always been so gentle, full of life.
Now she’s got two weeks until, let me say
congratulations, was a bit of strife,
now at peace her face by “nature’s own hand
painted,” belly full and round, life about.
He beams his continence, says ain’t life grand.
No eyes “more bright than theirs.” The earth will tout
another happy baby. They’ve made the
house ready, he says, her eyes dance, soon, soon.
They have waited so long, this family tree
will grow little one pulled out by the moon
Grandmas and grandpas will smile, maybe weep.
A life should come into the world loved deep.