She Came

Time flew by,
The turn of the clock
Both agonizingly slow
And painfully fast.
Years passed,
Years you couldn't have,
Years you couldn't share.
But, eventually, she came.
She came, you held her,
Wrapped her up, breathed her in,
And your soul cried,
Tears of deep sorrow,
And thrilling ecstasy.
Her small body:
Too much to handle,
Not enough to satisfy,
But totally just right.
You danced, played, and sung.
With sweet happiness in your soul.
With bitter tears and tight jaw,
You said your goodbyes.
Now you mourn,
When you should rejoice,
Because she came.
Because she came,
You have hope.
She came,
And she will again find you,
Or you will find her.
Until then, carry her with you.
Be happy: she came.