The Gift

After months of waiting,
The gift can be unsealed.
Ribbons finally untied,
The gift can be revealed.

Nine long months come to an end
And with them expectation.
No longer does impatience rule,
No more anticipation.

Excitement mounts, the time draws near
Eager hands begin to tear.
Overwhelmed by the desire
To unearth the present there.

A present full of promise;
New hopes, new joys, new fears.
A gift with happiness attached,
But too, a tag of tears.

The eager hands work hard for hours
Striving to break through.
The miracle of the new gift
Is worth it when they do.

New life, its lips aquiver,
Tiny hands uncurled.
Eyes in awe stare at their gift;
The gift of the world.