By Dawn Welch
I've waited twelve years to meet you, dear baby.
I've shed many tears and heard lots of maybe's.
Outside I've always appeared happy and strong,
But--oh, how nothing could ever be more wrong.
I've ached, grieved, and cried in my sore broken heart.
It has felt like my life might just fall apart.
I hardly can cope as each day passes by,
I find myself praying and asking God "Why?".
I want you, sweet baby, more than I can say.
I've done all I can, but I always will pray.
I know God has picked you for Daddy and me.
So I'll pray and have faith and wait patiently.
The day you arrive and I have you to hold,
I will never forget that long bumpy road.
I'll be thankful and beaming, with a smile on my face,
And then I'll know why I continued the race.
You will be such a gift, a treasure, a prize,
A blessing, an answered prayer, a sight for sore eyes.
© Copyright Dawn Welch
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