Thirty Years

It was thirty hours
It was thirty years ago
It was a time of fear and wonder
It was the first of three.

He was a hard time coming
He was a special addition
He was a beauty
He was a sign of love.

Overseas so far away
Over there in a foreign clime
Over where he can't be held
Over where he can't be reached.

The body weeps with memory
Of a time of pain and sensation
The body that pushed and pulsed
With love and joy.

Happy life from now on
Happy life now that is before
Happy times dotted with sorrow
Is what life has in store

A boy, a joy, a man, now.