Will the Earth rumble and crack?
Will the tides roll and crash?
Will time stop? Will fire freeze?
Will my heart skip a beat…or three?
Will my face go numb from smiling?
Will wars stop? Will walls come down?
Will the ovation last forever and ever?
Will all this, and more, occur
when I finally meet you?
This poem was written on Feb. 18, 2011, about two weeks before my son was born. My wife had experienced early labor pains a few days prior to when I wrote this, and we had thought he would be born around the 15th, or so, but he held out until March 1.