Swaddled Poem by Phyllis Box

Six weeks early, weighing in at 3 pounds 11 oz
Our beautiful, bright eyed, curly haired baby boy
God’s seed had been planted and you were revealed
Little Box can no longer be concealed.
I always felt you came here with a purpose.
The experts advised to hold you close to us,
And wrap you tight as if held in a pouch.
This they said, would encourage you to grow,
Kangaroo Love was the motto.
We took this to heart
So we tightly swaddled you in cloth, doing our part.
But you had another mission in mind,
Always breaking free from bondage as if this were a crime.
It never failed, your trickery became a form of art
With you consistently taking the cloth apart
Your dad and I were so entertained with your feat
Repeatedly causing us to hang our head in defeat.
Rolling up our sleeves and getting back into the ring
Your strength proved to be quite oppressing
A different tuck here, additional cloth there
But to no avail,
We were unmatched by your talent and skill.
Through the years our resolve has been the same
Swaddle you with love,
nurture your talents,
lead by example,
protect you
and be the wind beneath your wings.
I always knew you came here with a purpose.
As you are so many miles away, doing the “dawg on thang”
my natural inclination is to swaddle you with love, keep you close,
fight back the tears
As I know that God has a plan and a purpose for you.