There are some things 
A person goes through 
Just can not be explained 
Unless experienced 
No amount of words 
No amount of action 
No amount of recant 
Will convey to another 
The essence of hearing 
Your child’s cry
For the first time
After the wait
Of nine long months

Feeling the touch 
Of a lover’s hand 
Slip down your spine 
After the wait is over 
And the want is heavy

Seeing the sun
Sink low into 
A cotton candy 
Horizon over a shore

For the first time 
Etching the details 
Core memory into
Heart into soul
Creating code 
That demands to 
Be remembered 
A love that 
Until you reach it
You can’t fathom