The Bracha of Noah Peter
A late June rain, Was falling in the afternoon. My granddaughter giggles as she and my girlfriend Play on the floor. My son lays on the couch, As he’s lost in his phone. My daughter is less than five miles away. As a blessing, Is about to be bestowed on our family. I’m impatiently waiting for news. Any news. My phone dings. It’s three thirty. “Caitlin is in a lot of pain.” Was the only news from her mother. My mind loses focus, On what’s happening around me. Is she okay? Caitlin texted me two hours prior. “I’m taking the epidural Dad.” I worry. She had a tough time with Claire. Two and a half years ago Almost to the day. The clouds slowly start to part, As the rain ends. I go over, To where Laurie and C...