Scotts' poem

Scott wrote this poem while waiting for his neice to be born Sep.11, 2001. I thought it was great so I wanted to share it with all of you.

My Day Old Child:

My day old child lay in my arms

with my lips against his ear

I whispered strongly, "How I wish,

I wish that you could hear."

"I've a hundred wonderful things to say,

(A tiny cough and a nod)

hurry, hurry, hurry and grow

so I can tell you about God."

My day old baby's mouth was still,

and my words only tickled his ear.

But a kind of light passed through his eyes,

and I saw this thought appear.

"How I wish I had a voice and words;

I've a hundred things to say,

and before I forget I'd tell you about God,

I left him yesterday."