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Thursday, October 27, 2005

Dear Sweet Daughter

As a girl I had a common dream, to be a mom someday,
My baby would have eyes of blue and hair the hue of hay.


But now my dreams have been transformed, new visions fill my head,
Now the tresses that I long to stroke are raven black instead.

And in my dreams those eyes are not so big or blue or round,
Now in my dreams they're almond shaped and colored cocoa brown.

And in my dreams my arms can stretch across enormous seas,
they reach half-way around the world and hold you close to me.

As you grow in your mother's womb, carefully knit together,
you're also growing in my heart, where you will stay forever.

And in my dreams the moment that your mother says good-bye,
I'll be right there to comfort you and hold you as you cry.

Our features may not look alike, we're different as can be,
but still I know the Father has created you for me.

And though I've not yet seen your face, or held your tiny hands,
And though we're half a world apart in very different lands,
I'll be right there to get you just as soon as God allows
But til he says the time is right, I give you this my vow.

We'll pray for your protection every day on bended knee
for God to hold you in his arms until you're here with me.

1 comment:

Words, Words, Words said...

You should put a warning on this. Do not read right after you put on your mascara and are headed out the door to church. Good grief!