To You

It was a day that cannot be forgotten,
a story that cannot be foretold.
I knew you were coming,
but I didn’t know how it would unfold.
The days were long and slow,
I adjusted to a changing self.
Everyone began to muster around,
knowing that I would help.
The time drew closer,
I realized how nervous I really must be.
The moment arrived and I only did see,
a little tiny replica, a replica of me.
My world stopped for a moment,
to breathe in all that was anew.
Ten fingers, ten toes and big brown eyes,
brought my love all to you.

Gaze

Not as simple as the mornings past,
quiet as the minds delay.
It never seems to come so fast,
when you patiently wait for the day.

Stagnant, the wind will clear,
only deciding what fate will know
Hearts are often prisoners of fear,
gently gearing to reap what they sow.

Confused why this is what we have to bear,
forthcoming when the air is its calmest.
Anticipation is bright in a section of his glare,
beckoning the one to gaze up on it.