His
little arms reach out to me
When
I walk in the room,
This
special little spirit, yes
This
wonder of my womb
The
trusting smile he gives to me
While
gazing in my eyes,
It
causes me to feel as though
I've
won the greatest prize
The
dimple from his Daddy flashes
In
his rosy cheek,
The
love I feel inside for him
So
strong I cannot speak
I
hold him close and kiss his brow
And
whisper of my love,
I
say a prayer of gratefulness
And
send it up above
His
Mother? What could I have done
To
earn this gift, this right?
I'm still not sure, but I'll thank God
Each
morning and each night.
-Melinda
Poulsen