Miracles Within and Without
I saw a baby inside my baby,
Who is a baby no longer,
Now over two decades since seeing her herself
In that same shadow-water-world on the screen.
“Here is the heart,” said the doctor with the ultrasound probe,
Outlining two tiny ventricles in red and blue.
It pulsed a rapid pace,
Determined to draw life
From the beautiful young woman on the bed.
“Here are the eyes, nose and upper lip.”
I took in her face,
Its pinkish, full-bloom glow.
“Here are fingers.”
I marveled at the perfection, the grace of her hand.
“And the spine; a leg; another leg; a foot.”
How could that have sprouted in this?
How could this have flourished from that?
From the depths of my being,
I wished them well, their own beings
Traveling far from the shadow-water-world on the screen.