I have reveled in the reckless abandon of youth
And sung full-throated the song of joy.
I have wept in the wake of terrible loss
And at the sacrifice of selfless women and men
I have walked into the mouth of chaos
And returned with order firmly restored
I have been an arrogant coward, and humbly brave,
And been lucky to find one who loves me.
But I have never felt, in all my days,
Through triumph and failure, both great and small
The wonder and awe that follows these words:
“We are going to have a baby.”
Birth Day by J. Boyce Gleason