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Daniel, I wrote this poem on the day you were born. It means as much today, as it did.....the first time I laid my eyes on you, September 9, 1979!
"My Precious, Baby Boy, Daniel"
My precious baby, a boy I see.
A girl is what doctors, told me....you'd be!
Your tiny fingers, 1-10.
And tiny toes, Yes....you've got all them!
Your big blue eyes, and tiny blond hair,
Will they stay, this way ? I don't care!
You're a miracle you know, the doctors say.
No way this baby will be born, he's past away!
We proved them wrong, Daniel, My Son!
Your perfect, and sweet, and cuddly and warm.
A gentle one, full of hopes.
And dreams, that only....You and God, know......
What is expected, of me!
I hope all your wishes come true, Little Man.
As Your Mother, I'll make sure....that, they can!
Just live for Your dreams, Your hopes, and, Your wishes!
Mother will be there, so the world is not cruel,
I promise to hold your hand, and keep away...... any fools!
Dream your heart felt dreams, My Son!
Mom will hold you, till the day is done.
Dream Little Man, be all, YOU CAN BE !!
Be kind and strong, and I know, YOU'LL ACHIEVE!!!!!
Love,
Mommy
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