"This is Joe" he said putting the baby down on the bed
'Born this morning"
A tiny bundle of fury wrapped in a blanket
I could hear him yelling from down the corridor
I could picture him perfectly
Tiny hands and tiny feet and he smelt brand new
Like the wrapping had just come off
His little face was a cranberry left for far too long
When he stopped howling he had the bluest eyes
bright shiny little beads
His hair so soft like fluff from the dryer
Michael picked him up and put the tiny fingers into my hand
He was crying
I was crying too
Someone wiped my face
The nurse said quietly
He knows you are here Mike, I think he's on his way back to you
That's the most positive sign yet
I reckon we are going to win this battle
Too bloody right we are I thought.
Time to fight my way out of the blackness
Cranberry face needs a Grandpa.