Perfection, Part I

I have held perfection in my hands,
As pure as only God can create.
I have looked into the eyes of perfection
As she first opened them to her imperfect world
And we gazed one into the other.
I have heard perfection in the
Music of her seemingly helpless cries.
She wriggled in my arms as I held
Her close to my beating heart and
I felt her life force breathe upon my cheek.
I placed my ear to her, soft and warm, and
I listened to the symphony of her heartbeat and gentle breath.
She, so perfect and pure; her mother
And I merely the tools and materials for
The creation of this miracle for us.