By Jill Work

My child,    I carried you in my heart    before you were even born And dared to dream    that you were real. My child,    I carried your picture with me    since the day I received it, And dared to love    a child I was yet to meet. My child,    I carried you in my arms at last,    and gazed in helpless wonder    at your face, And dared to lose    my heart to you. And now, my child,    a dream fulfilled,    a prayer answered,    a family created, I have dared to become    a mom. And so now, my precious child,    I shall carry you    home. Copyright Jill Work 1998

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