Small and soft

Laid in a hand so large

That it could be lost

Both with brown eyes

And bright orange hair

All his father can do is stare

A miracle he wanted to see, was painful for him

But mostly for me

This is your baby boy, Ichigo

36 hours

He's finally here

Seven months later

I'm ready to cheer

But, not yet, not here

It's not that I'm spiteful

I know he'll be fine

But it's hard to relax with a life on the line

4 lbs. 3 oz. 17 inches long

Why did this happen

Did I do something wrong

Why is he early

Two months exact

Why did he come, during an attack

His eyes have darkened

I feel his pain

Sadness, and horror, his heart is in pain

We're both held prisoners of our own distain.