All is Right With the World
A new grandchild is coming,
He will make his appearance
When he is good & ready,
And all is right with the world.
He is right on time,
in his own way of thinking,
And who can blame him,
If he is not in a hurry
To rush into this crazy world
We have created,
To which he enters
Fresh and sweet and innocent,
He is not in a hurry
To leave his sacred space
Where he is never in want for anything,
His world is warm and safe and secluded,
His mother’s heartbeat reassures him of her love,
But his space is cramped,
And he becomes ever more entangled
in the cord that feeds him,
He will soon leave his quiet surroundings
For cooler spaces,
Full of noise and bright lights and PEOPLE
Who will irritate and demand much of him,
In the end he has no choice,
But as he takes his ever-loving time to join us,
that’s okay, Because today,
all is right with the world,
His parents await him anxiously
Sharing their anxiety
Of not being able to yet kiss his face,
They long to sing their hearts to him,
Rock him in the cradle of their love
Show him his new room
Teach him to dance with Winnie the Pooh,
His mother waits to shed her belly,
Carry a little less of his weight,
Tires of the cramping that never ends,
Wonders if she will ever look into his eyes,
And smile,
Grandma waits to go farther north
To laugh and dance and talk with him,
Yet, we can do nothing but wait,
And know in our hearts,
That God and babies run on their own time,
And all is right in our world.
CFBlack 8-05-2013
Doctor Grandma 
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