Little Logan Hack

I was there the day you were born, with your Yoda eyes so wide.
I was out there in the hall and I heard you when you cried.
All the worry, pain, and fear was turned to tears of joy,
When your father cried as he told us, "Their OK, and he's a boy!"

Only one fifty-eight in the morning, but it had been a very long night.
The torture of birth quickly fading as your mother held you tight.
And when your crying stopped, she quickly asked, "Is he all right?"
For her life was now refocused, you would always be first in her sight.

’Twas fitting that your father was there, throughout the whole ordeal.
Doing whatever he could, even though it all seemed unreal.
Your Aunt Lisa recorded the event, and shared in your birth.
So she knows all that was spent to prove what a life's really worth.

Grandma Jenny and Grandma Maryann were also out in the hall,
To the door both of them ran, the first time you started to ball.
You came into this world surrounded by people filled with Love,
And a million prayers were answered by God and His Angels above.

Maybe someday you will be waiting, for your Grandson to be born.
Then you will know just how I felt, on that April twenty sixth morn.
Words cannot describe, hearts cannot hide, a miracle so compact,
As this twenty inch, squiggly bundle of bliss, called Little Logan Hack.

AFS To my Grandson