I keep my vigil through the twilight,
Watch over you in the dying light.
I am nearly lulled to sleep,
By the monitor's relentless beep.
Silently I whisper a prayer,
And carefully brush back your hair.
Even though visiting hours have long since past,
I'm allowed to stay, as long as I may safely last.
As evening starts and daylight wans,
The skies open up and it begins to rain.
For nearly sixty hours I've been awake--
It's almost more than a body can take.
The nurse in charge, she draws the line,
I have to leave; it's long past time.
I lean over and kiss your small face,
And steal a glance around this place.
I see faces of those striving not to fail,
As they care for ones both small and frail.
Although I know I can no longer stay,
I'm confident they will help my angel, born just today.