The Son Also Rises Poem by Albert Ahearn

It was there when a serous sea
Spewed out its only occupant
Through a very narrow fleshy
Cave into a harsh world of light.
It sojourned during the long days
Of never ending crying pleas,
Assuming only a bright smile
Throughout it all uncomplaining.
It witnessed the sound of three words
Coochie, Coochie coo vocalized
While the alien, helpless, squirmed
Under ten soft probing fingers.
It was present when the first two
Steps teetered into outstretched arms.