There,
momentarily mute,
lies the fusion of
yin and yang.
His curiosity,
her creativity.
His thick blonde curls,
Her glossy dark mane.
Their ability to look beyond
work schedules and world events
and home repairs and lockdowns
and illness and investments
and life
culminating in this
seven-pound amalgamation
of love.
She who has just left God
gazes up with complacent candor
at those who have waited so fervently,
so excitedly,
so long.
Such a big void
for so tiny a soul to fill!
Our hearts latch on,
lay claim,
gush love.

A variation of this poem appears in Dancing with My Daughter:
Poems of Love, Wisdom, and Dreams (Loyola Press).
Used with permission.