You are such a marvelous gift
      miracle in plain sight.
My thoughts of you always uplift,
     you are my beam of light.

Some disbelieve in miracles,
     but with having you here,
I could never be cynical.
—intangible made near

Your mom and I have tried and tried,
     but time and time again,
our blessing, an empty womb hides —
     our joy made porcelain

Though, this pain has seeded such bliss.
     Sown in tears, raised with mirth
Hill flowing sweet wine blessedness
     No more loss, gone the dearth