R a i s i n g C a n e y . c o m

While we were in the ER for Tasha, I wrote this poem for Canaan.

My Princess
I know your name
but only because I gave it
Every moment that we share
I desire to always save it
I’m eagerly waiting
for that first glimpse of your face
I count down every moment
but I can hardly keep the pace
That my very Creator
breathed life into you
inspires my spirit to delight
and sends chills right through
Chosen to be your daddy
I am unworthy to be
Yet somehow He’s chosen
to bring a miracle to me
I’m so in love with
the tiny racing heart that beats
and the fluid movements
of your anxious little hands and feet
I’ve seen so little of the girl
in your mommy’s belly, perfect… round
but I’ve felt so much for the girl
who’s got my heart wrapped round ‘n round
Not the day of your birth
but from the moment I’ve known
that you’d be my princess
I gave you that throne
Thank you my Canaan
and thanks to our Lord
for my part in this miracle
and all that is in store

(c) 2009 Cyrus Lee Gerald Robinson

So Imraan found the text of the poem I wrote.  Here’s a little background setting.  Tasha and I went to Dr. Flores for the first time, and we were really really hoping and wanting to be able to find out the sex that day.  He told us that he uses the hospital’s ultrasound machine in radiology to determine the baby’s sex because his personal machine is older and not as clear.  He agreed to attempt for us anyway.  Well, we saw Canaan, but she was facing away from us, and she was bent over.  She was MOONING us.  We went to the hospital’s ultrasound machine two days later, but this poem was written in between the two ultrasounds.  It’s pretty funny.

The Little Moon
Little person you keep me guessing
What color I should robe you in.
So, so early you’re already testing
The woman that God did grow you in.

I saw your tiny head and your curved spine.
I saw your heart quickly beating,
And then I knew you MUST be mine;
For a full moon you displayed fleeting!

I’m hopeful that this world wont tame you,
And i’m sure you giggled as i sighed;
For instead of showing us how to name you,
You showed us your behind!

(c) 2008 Cyrus Lee Gerald Robinson

-Cy