A thought-provoking, poetic look at the wonder that is human reproduction. |
I am constantly amazed at the world around me. Take human reproduction. The sex act involves a boy and a girl, sometimes causing the pregnant condition. Somewhat awkward, rather ridiculous positions are used so that his sperm meets her egg. Success requires meticulous needs be met; hence there are frequent repeats. She’s pregnant! Now her body undergoes astounding changes; imagine the miracle of a baby growing. Her belly shows progress, bigger bulging as chronicle. Hormones surge; emotions roller-coaster. Finally it’s time. An eight-pound infant must escape to make dad a proud boaster. The small opening means birth isn’t instant. The poor dad frequently must pace for hours until the baby emerges. Count the toes; count the fingers, for good health empowers the infant’s future success as it grows. Each baby is a true wonder – so small, yet destined to soon become an adult, a human hybrid determined by all the parental genes mixed; it’s the result. Anyone who’s ever held their baby, looked closely at its tiny hands and feet, watched it grow and learn as a child, may be expected to be filled with wonder complete. If you’re not overcome with awe untold holding your baby, you lack a poet’s soul. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |