A Face, A Miracle, A Blessing

Looking upon the screen,
eyes strained from a hard long night,
I pass a face,
delicate in color and chubby cheeks.
Tiny, small and precious
It was said this face wouldn't see day
deemed incompatible with life,
won't reach the stages.
Still day after day
I read the pages
I see the smile
And Watch it grow
People love this small face
Capturing it from place to place
As it sure glows.
His parents
Strangers, Friends and family
give him the love he needs
So he's not only become a face.
He's become the knight and shining armor
the one whose winning the race
A blessing and a miracle,
every day.

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