He was born on a Sunday,

A Sunday in June.

Not one of us thought

He was coming so soon.


                       
There were parties and dances

Planned for the day,

But, as we’d soon learn, he gets

Things his own way.



They left in the morning,

In quite a hurry,

While we were still sleeping;

There was no time to worry.



We awoke sometime later,

Not a sound to be heard.

Just the strong scent of pancakes,

Some singed and some burned.



The party got started,

But my thoughts were elsewhere.

The call came and I left

With no time to spare.



I walked through the doors

And saw a great sight—

Mom sitting in bed,

With a bundle held tight.



“This is your brother,

Little baby Jake.”

When he opened those eyes,

My heart started to break.



What I knew at that moment,

And what I know now,

Is that nothing will harm him,

No way and no how.