We will never forget
The first time we saw you
Nothing but grains of grey
On the ultrasound monitor
Shifting shapes like canyons of shadows
Or liquid landscapes until
The doctor points
To a tiny mass in the screen corner
A swirling cloud of cells over all the noise
And in the middle a blinking light
Like a distant lighthouse throwing
Her line into a snowstorm
That pulsating glow
That is the beginning of your heart
So before skin
And bone
Before there is a beat to hear
Or an organ to monitor
Before there is life
There is this lighthouse burning through a snowstorm
Your own light will be born from it
As will the expression in your eyes
It was you before there was you
Who we made and who we first saw