Sixteen below in Craig, Colorado,
three days after Christmas,
you made your entrance
and your dad and doctor
almost missed it.
One night in the hospital,
I stared into your deep, shiny eyes
and I knew we’d be friends.
We brought you home in a Christmas stocking.
Eight days past your due date,
three days after Easter,
we scheduled the task at midnight.
It was like a knitting needle.
One poke and you came in a hurry.
You’ve been that way ever since—
hard to start and hard to stop.
It’s time for another poke,
to be birthed into the world.