Our Son

Before you were born, we dreamed of a child,
Time again we consistently failed,
The hope on which our dreams were piled,
Our plans in fear of being derailed.

With IVF the dark turned lighter,
Bringing back the hope of having you,
You were destined to be a little fighter,
The lone embryo of a lucky few.

Having you here is family bliss,
Even when you are trouble and strife,
Your kindness revealed with a kiss,
You bring eternal happiness to our life.

We love you more every single day,
And wouldn’t have you any other way.

By Paul Webster