GODS' GIFTS TO US,
HE GIVES EVERYDAY,
ONE FOR ME, WAS THE DAY,
YOU WERE BORN.
ALTHOUGH IT HURT, AND,
AS SCARED, AS I WAS,
YOU WEREN'T BORN, UNTIL THE MORN.
YOU WERE ALREADY, 2 WEEKS LATE,
I THOUGHT, YOU'D NEVER GET HERE,
I COULDN'T WAIT, TO SEE YOUR TINY FACE,
AND HOLD YOU, IN MY ARMS, SO NEAR.
LYING NEXT TO ME , ON THE HOSPITAL BED,
CHECKING OUT, ALL YOUR FINGERS, AND TOES,
THEN LOOKING AT, YOUR TINY FACE,
BRIGHT EYES, AND CUTE LITTLE NOSE.
NOW YOUR GROWN,
WITH A FAMILY, OF YOUR OWN,
THAT TIME, IT SEEMS SO FAR AWAY,
REMEMBERING, MY LITTLE GIRL,
AND HOW, I USE TO WATCH HER PLAY.
MANY YEARS, HAVE PASSED,
SINCE I HAD YOU,
THERE IS ONE THING,
THAT I WANT YOU TO KNOW,
YOU, HAVE BLESSED MY HEART,
AND MADE ME PROUD,
A MOTHERS LOVE,
I'LL ALWAYS SHOW.