Birth Story


no one can tell you what you mean: where you’re from;

that your parents conceived you too soon—

or too late


only you know the weight of your own glory


the stardom that comes from someone who loves you

looking out the window, down the long drive


on a winter’s night (Christmas Eve)


for your longed-for arrival             only you



This poem appears in my book peace: poems for the spiritual journey

Available on Amazon

Peace Book Cover

Published by Dayna E. Mazzuca

Contemplative Christian Poet, Author & Speaker

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