Perspiration slowly drips onto face, the butterflies season exceeded in the interior, The brain playing drums with the heart, teeth stabs the tongue-
Shadows of green plastic enter in and about
Drops of water leave their head as well…
Yelling is heard! The yell of life.
The cry of a thousand angels soon danced in the premises
Such high notes never sound so glorious
The light shined as the door opened. A small angel was sent.
As I walked into the light... the infant of beauty glowed with diamonds.
As I held her, the softness of her hands, fragile as glass
My touch sent her into her dreamland
My heart began to play smooth piano. Her eyes were mystical
Her lips red… Her movements were mesmerizing.
Her sounds were music
The feeling of courage, confusion, pain, and happiness mixed
Love fleshed through myself
I’m a father.