The Baby Stork
by Kathleen HighamIt was surely the sweetest day
God smiled, then He laughed
Each job defined intentionally
We all have a hand picked craft.
Some of us work nine to five
Then others eleven to seven
But the baby stork, oh dear
She reports directly to heaven.
Sometimes her weary head nods
When not in her cozy bed
The baby stork is usually waiting
Bleary eyed for that crowning head.
Job descriptions certainly vary
In medicine they're all a pain
But nothing like the baby stork
No sleep, but still she's sane.
A job that comes with honor
Respect and admiration there
Stick a toothpick in her eye
Cause the hours just ain't fair.
It surely was the sweetest day
When the baby stork came to call
No matter the time, the hour
She's the best kid catcher of all.
You can just forget this job!
Those words she will never say
For she is the baby stork
And Life begins her day.
Tired eyes still bring a smile
When she sits at your feet
The baby stork, the very first
Your little one will meet.
It surely was the sweetest day
Your heart has been so true
When you became the baby stork
God gave this job to you.
Psalm 104:17
"The Stork has her home in the fir tree"
