In class I sat
cross legged on the mat

Listening to instruction
preparing for production

Hoping that what I make
doesn’t look completely fake

Then something unexpected
By my teacher I was requested

To go to the classroom door
Then out into the corridor

There my father waited
So then I hesitated

But on his face was a smile
One that stretched for a mile

To us a babe had been born
For a moment I was not forlorn

I felt a flowering of joy
knew not if girl or boy

Just knew that this new life
Had made my world feel right

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