My son was born,
on a cold Spring day,
rain belted against the ward’s window –
it was bright inside.
Looking into his deep dark blue eyes,
Like first light before sunrise,
So much light to come,
Dawn came with his first yawn.
It was never going to be the same,
I was no longer once a part of someone else,
Someone else was a part of me,
Is there anything closer?
We travelled home,
Bore the brunt of Melbourne’s bi-polar weather –
It was warm in side,
Our son had risen.
With him by my side,
I forgot which way was East,
My circumference was now measured by a different law,
Home was now at arms length.
Lighting up my life,
warming my soul,
opening my eyes,
I see everything now.
His cries and sounds,
music to our ears,
his song and dance,
tuned to our love.
We welcomed him,
This house we can now call home,
This union now a family,
Our future now with you.
Lewis Walddren 