You first came to me in an envelope
With letters, forms and such
Just Four tiny little pictures
With nothing warm to touch.
You grew in my imagination
In my heart and in my mind..
You brought me greater joy
Than I ever thought I'd find.
A phone call started labor pains
Which lasted 'til we met
Strangers brought together
A day I won't forget.
You bloomed as you were planned
In my hearts, my life, my home.
My child of chance, of plan, of wil
lYou're now my very own.
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