I held her in my arms

a baby just hours

into this complicated

world of ours.

Her eyes begging to open,

seeing a light,

causing a stir,

and her newborn smile.

My tears were real

following her eyes,

finding my daughter’s eyes –

oh the wonder of love.

I held her in my arms,

there is a quiet Grace

in the wonder of childbirth,

oh to be her grandfather.

I held her in my arms

my so humbling is love.