Two Perspectives, One Story

On the day you first opened your eyes,
Time stood still, and the world embraced you.
Grandmother writes your day in a poem,
Dad sketches your future with science.

Your first coo, your tiny voice,
Inside it, a courage to speak to the world.
Your dazzling first step, a trembling stride,
Two perspectives follow your story.

The day you first met a friend,
A smile like sunshine spread across your face.
Grandmother says, "A precious connection."
Dad says, "The start of your social world."

The laughter shared, promises exchanged,
A small hand held, the first bond made.
As you grow, where their eyes have stayed,
Your day shines beautifully.

Two perspectives, one story,
Emotion and logic, love and science.
Grandmother with poetry, Dad with data,
Singing and recording your growth.

Science nurtures your body, poetry nurtures your heart,
One is process, one is meaning, both are part of you.
The two perspectives are different, yet they walk the same path,
To love you more fully.

Two perspectives, one story,
Emotion and logic, love and science.
Grandmother with poetry, Dad with data,
Singing and recording your growth.

Your tiny steps, your expanding world,
Two perspectives follow you.
This story won't stop,
It will continue with endless love.

She says, "This is a vision,
The first echo of light in the quiet darkness."
He says, "This is science,
A miracle created by each cell."

The two faces of life, one song,
Tears and sweat, light and breath, a world in motion.
Science tells the process, poetry speaks the meaning,
Two views of the same birth, told in different ways.

One side says, "This is beauty."
The other side says, "This is a miracle."
When poetry and science come together as one,
We truly understand life.

The two faces of life, one song,
Tears and sweat, light and breath, a world in motion.
Science tells the process, poetry speaks the meaning,
Two views of the same birth, told in different ways.

Though the two faces are different, they both head toward the same place.