Son of my daughter
I once saw a man
Blow a bubble in a bubble
Same shape, different size,
Not congruent, but similar.
The larger was protective gear
To keep the smaller one safe.
How’d he do that?
With skill and care.
Body within body,
Protected by your mother.
As fragile as a bubble,
But you won’t burst.
We’re waiting to meet you,
Will you be a stranger
or so similar we know you?
You are welcome to join us.
Our family is stretched out
By time zones and miles.
But we’re connected you’ll see
By blood, by memories,
By love and history.
We’re waiting, so join us;
Hold our hands and calm us,
Let us wonder over this
Bubble of life.
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