First Light
From nine months of darkness we’re born to light,a mothers smiling face our first sight.
Swaddled and warm, she’s at our side,
a comforting bosom the first time we cried.
Strong arms lift us high,
in dads arms we feel like we can fly.
in moments of doubt and fear
his is the voice we always hear.
Push me higher on the swing,
watch me in a play while I sing.
show me how to make my kite take wing,
from puppy love to my first fling,
they’re there when I pick my class ring.
Lessons you taught get me through the night,
looking down at my child I know the fright,
that you must have felt at your greatest heights,
never doubt that you had the might,
to remind me of that first light.
Bryan David Lang
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