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To: Stephanie M who wrote (3160)	12/11/1997 7:33:00 AM
From: Ga Bard	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 8835

Stephanie, Here is a poem to honor the new born child. A Reverent Day It was the year of nineteen seventy-seven, Jove sent forth a sparrow from heaven. On December eleventh in the early morn, with sunlight shining, a child was born. The precious outcome of an intimate deed, concluding the cycle of egg and seed. As radiance embraced the still twilight, life was fathered from a mother's night. Unfolds a spirit of this being new, inspiring is this majestic view. Placing babe upon his mother's lap, the visible bond meets with mishap. Poising aloft this spectacular domain, awareness of life was generated by pain. Afflictive first breath of a newborn child, within creators' hearts a memory was filed. Fairness bestowed unlike no other, tearfully in need of his mother. Intense pain is a pleasure to others, glorious bond of babes to mothers. An enhancing sight as the heart warms, sacred the picture within mother's arms. Spontaneous intimacy is felt in the soul, a father's love makes this birth whole. Milk taken from mom's breast of wonder, feeding instinctively with toes curled under. Seventeen pounds, three ounces, there he lay, the precious birth of a child is a reverent day. Copywrite 1995 Gary Swancey Modified From 'The Joyful Years' and 'Reflections on a Swan Sea' Happy Trading GB