A Mother's Prize

When she very first came I saw her beautiful eyes, the way she moved and the way she cries.

When she first took a breath my heart so did flutter, her glowing white skin as smooth as butter.

When she looked to the side she saw her small brother, she gave a small giggle then looked a bit futher.

She saw her tall father standing in tears, his loud awful sobbing did quite hurt her small ears.

Finally she looked up and stared in my eyes, and I knew what my mother told me once was a lie.

The pain was just fleeting, the blood I don't mind, the doctor was nice, and the nurses were fine.

But now as I stare, at this child of mine I see now that my daughter is my greatest prize.