The Prodigal's Son
Another bittersweet, beautiful first. Today is Kaylynn's birthday, the first without her dad. After two hours of pushing, Kaylynn was born by C-section. She came out screaming. The nurse handed her to Clint, who whispered, "hey there, little one," and she instantly stopped crying when she recognized her daddy's voice. I wrote this poem for her 9 years ago. I'd not read this piece since Clint's death, and well, shit. You'll cry too.
October 26, 2011 ·
You asked me, Darling, about the scar near your eye,
Well a ferocious tiger thought he’d give you a try.
But then your dad stepped in with threatening might.
Honestly, the episode was over before there e’er was a fight.
Hard to believe? Fine, I’ll tell you the truth.
We weren’t really certain so we hired a sleuth.
Who found himself quickly in the wake of a gorilla stampede
They’d taken you high into the jungle’s trees
But your dad puffed his chest and growled a silverback’s growl
Then swiped you from them with a snort and a scowl.
This is what happens when you’re born in the jungle I suppose.
More proof? Match your scar to a rhino’s toes.
There was a very clever rhinoceros trying to teach you to dance
But he tripped and he tumbled and your face he did glance.
Oh! There was that one elephant to whom we granted one wish.
He thought you were pretty so he gave you an elephant trunk kiss.
It could have been simply that I pushed and I pushed and I pushed with no luck.
No amount of effort mattered because your forehead was stuck.
So they cut Momma open. You didn’t make a fuss.
And then the doctor exclaimed, ”She’s looking right at us!”
That is the hospital storythat February day
But I know in my heart it happened this way.
As God sent you down from heaven to earth,
He touched His finger to you and claimed you at birth.
“You are mine, how I love you, the delight of my eyes,
You’re lovely, amazing, you are one of a kind.”
No matter what life jungles you find yourself in
What calmed you your first day will still you again.
Chase your dreams without fear. Laugh. Dance. Rejoice.
You’ll never lose your way home; you know your father’s voice.
Never believe that you’re pretty but for your scar.
You've fought to live from day one, it’s who you are.
So early you wear the scars of life.
In majestic beauty you bear the marks of Christ.
“Let no one cause me trouble for I bear on my body the marks of Jesus” Galatians 6:17.