05/30/2025
This is a beautiful read.
“He Came to See Me First”
—The room was dim, the world brand new,
Still echoing in shades of blue.
A tiny cry, a nurse’s hum,
Soft footsteps said, “The guests have come.”
They came with flowers, joy, and cheer,
To meet the baby, draw in near.
But as the hallway filled with sound,
I watched his boots not touch the ground.
He walked right past the nursery door,
No eager peeks, no asking for
The weight, the name, the baby’s face—
Instead, he came straight to my space.
He didn’t ask, “How big? How long?”
Or what name we had waited on.
He pulled a chair up by my side,
And looked at me with softened pride.
His voice was low, his hands were still,
His eyes said more than words could fill.
He said, “I came to check on you,”
And suddenly, the tears broke through.
Not because of pain or fear,
But because he saw me — crystal clear.
Not just a mom in hospital light,
But his little girl, worn out from the fight.
He didn’t reach to hold the child,
He held my hand and let me cry a while.
He saw the stitches, the sweat, the grace,
He saw his daughter in that place.
The world had met a life brand new,
But he remembered mine, too.
While others came to see the start,
My dad came in to guard my heart.
And long before the baby’s name,
He whispered mine — just the same.
In that room, with love immersed,
He didn’t meet the baby first…
He came to check on me first.
