Newborn Father

A tiny hand envelops her father's thumb

Sensing the future through the ribs of his fingerprint

Holding it with a natural confidence

Despite months of grasping through an ocean of fluid

Longing for connection

He sneezes

She laughs

She looks

She stops

 She is theirs

Completely

A bond

Only they understand

Their love is as unique as a snowflake cut from Nature's hem

His voices bounce off her heart

She is home

He speaks of his angel

She searches his eyes

Bubbles blossom from between her lips

He guides her tiny hand to cradle his cheek

Closing his eyes

She breathes into his skin

The meaning of life is not only in the palm of his hand

it is holding it...