Beyond another census figure, my dad sees me.
More than a couple’s product, my dad views me.
To the others, they see another baby.
To my existing sibling, perhaps, another
added family member.
To my midwives, another boy or girl,
To you, dad and mom, I am a precious gift.
–This poem is dedicated to the all new dads, moms, and babies, born and unborn worldwide.