My angel
I use to think life was complete, until the day I felt little kicking feet.
A long waited nine months go by, and then that day I heard you cry.
Ten fingers and ten toes, oh my look at that little nose.
You have opened my eyes to a whole new meaning, People say that I am gleaming.
The love I have for you I never thought possible, until that day you arrive within the hosptial.
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