FIRSTS

Being a Mom is a gift from God
Out comes this baby from his little "pod"
His first noise is a terrible scream
But to you, and only you; the sound is a dream

A dream of his first real word
Probably "da-da", still the finest word I've heard
His first "not Gas" a REAL smile
Probably at Dad, the sight will linger awhile

Sight- the day his blue eyes recognize you
I'll admit I cried a little, too
The first step- stumbling toward Dad
The sight just "goose-bumped" me glad

Dad had the firsts of them all
So this big one is his call
Well done, as he lays him next to me
He smells so clean, my little sweat-pea!