Twenty and nine years ago December 22nd, 2025...

twenty ninth anniversary since becoming a first time father.

our lives (meaning
myself and mother
and extended family)
felt amazingly graced, blessed,
and positively affected
with the gift of your birth
after a close approximation
nine months of gestation,
whose prenatal appointments
willingly attended by me
a witness to the magic
of biological development
activated, initiated and ushered
into existence nine months prior,
a mature haploid male
or female germ cell
united with another
of the opposite sex
in sexual reproduction
to form a zygote,
which would anoint, designate,
and jump/kick start
a novel trajectory in our lives
necessitating accountability
for a newborn
totally dependent on us
and bestow attending,
donning, and pampering thee,
the role of parenthood
essentially (usually) demanding
change of diaper or pull ups
specifically thru exercising
a healthy pair of lungs,
when immediate attention
needed to be given to thee
demanding immediate ordinary validation
for a helpless babe
whose due date
would probably undoubtedly
have been a Christmas baby
if thee available obstetrician on call
did not induce labor
so he could tee off at the links
hoping to resume his game of golf
whereby terms like Par, Birdie, Eagle,
or Bogey, would punctuate the air
depending on how many strokes it took
relative to the expected standard
for the hole (Par),
with Birdie (under par), Eagle (two under),
and Bogey (over par)
being common nicknames
for scores better or worse than Par,
and the total strokes for a round
just the player's overall score
or their score relative
to the course's total par,
nevertheless the stellar apgar score
helped land thee
(countless years later)
at an Ivy League University, 
which memorable days, weeks
and months quickly elapsed at light speed
bearing witness to
timely milestones exhibited and surpassed,
and also who in due time
familiarized herself with facial features
and slightly nasal twang
(linkedin to congenital submucous
cleft palate) viz the father,
and more so beholden to mother,
who wanted to tie
the knot of holy matrimony
five months before violent contractions
emanated in her uterus,
starting as a tightening
in the lower back or abdomen
and moving around the body
in wave after wave
and thus we danced and twittered out
like uber hootie and the blowfish
analogous to a wave on the ocean,
romanced with eyes wide shut
we were freshly minted parents
in love and we carefully danced,
which really did nothing to mitigate
feeling intense menstrual cramps,
gas pains, or a strong backache,
making the belly hard,
and eventually radiating
to the thighs and cervix
as labor progresses,
(which closest personal experience
I could only associate and equate
with feeling constipated
and exerting primal
loud premature ejaculations)
until the Dulcolax liquid,
(which tasted pleasantly sweet)
took effect, and
thus delivered relief and joy
conjoin a chorus of oohs and aahs
as the infant swaddled
and immediately delivered
to the milk of human kindness
that only the mama can provide,
which nursing soon triggered
the teats to issue nutrition
while the missus out and about
and soon felt wetness
about her bosom
indicating a healthy supply of liquid

courtesy the mammary glands.