Her labor with him was a long journey,
Through the night, throw the snow, she trekked on
Always looking ahead to the moment she would see his face.
Their eyes met after several hours, and she rested from her work.
Months later after I witnessed those moments,
His momma and I sat on a park bench in the sun .
We laughed and talked while he slept in my arms
And our other children played in the warm summer air.
A dear friend I made, a sweet baby I held.
