He is a miracle,
a tiny creature,
laid in an incubator,
he struggles and fights,
better than Mohammed Ali,
he fights to keep the lights alive,
his body fits in his mothers hand,
but she cannot hold him,
just gently strokes his arm,
with a warm fingertip,
she wills him to survive,
a tube down his tiny nose,
supplies his nourishment,
his momma,
she sits and she waits,
and she waits and she sits,
he's too small to cry,
and he cannot look,
but they bonds,
more her, than he,
he is too small to know,
to feel to see,
an unbreakable bond,
she prays and she wishes,
she so wants to kiss him,
for the time being at least,
it's just daddy she kisses.
(C) Livvi