Warm. Comfortable. Secure.
Pushing and shoving from behind.
A lightening, brightening.
Forced towards it.
Sound. Far away. Muted.
Ripped, kicking and screaming from the comfort.
Softness and a comforting rythm.
Lying on my wife’s chest is our son.
With his birth I am reborn a father from a husband.
She is reborn a mother from a wife.
Together we are reborn as family.
Welcome my son, welcome to your life.