It's Father's Day and farther from when they
First fought their way through watery tunnel
Finally caught head first feet last to say
Cough cough wah wah when slapped and wrapped in towel
Off to be weighed then the new made bundle
Is offered right away to dad to hold
That awful fright to think I might fumble
Or stumble then humble and glad. Arms fold
Under this wonder our two forms foretold
When they formed into one and thunder lay
With forked lightning electric storm cuddle
Connecting sudden showers of pure gold
This resurrecting power is today
Respected re-erected tearful
Sun 15 June 2008
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