The magic in my life seemed all but lost

The weight of my world seemed to heavy to bear

The happiness I was in pursuit of

As slippery and elusive as the dim memories of youth

But the old mare’s belly was distended

After carrying this foal for the last eleven months

Her feisty head toss, meant to send us away

Made us instead, take shifts for the night

At two AM she was asleep in the straw

At four her head was at her door

As she begged for a treat

Six AM brought the call from my daughter, “He’s here!”

Out in my ‘jammies’ I knelt in the straw

I rubbed dry his little wet body Mare and foal shortly stood

Soon soft suckling noises were the only sounds

Coming from within the depths of the stable

So there in the early dawn of a new spring morn’

A bit of magic was present

In the perfect design of Mother Nature

And for that moment, all was right with the world