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My Precious Son
Submitted by: yogamama
Author: Susan T. Reeves
I found you there,

In a fog of light,

Looking at me

Through that bright screen.

“It’s a boy!”

She proclaimed.

I simply lay there,

With a smile,

Feeling like it was a dream.

All those years

I had waited

For you,

My only son.

You were coming

Soon you’d be mine,

I almost felt

My life’s mission was done.

Months passed

Days spent shopping

For all things blue.

Finally, the day approached

That I’d finally get to meet you!

Excitement soared

Nerves were a wreck,

I want to be a perfect Mom!

It’s time to leave now,

You’re on your way,

I have to sit quietly for a minute

And get in one last “Om”.

Pain’s intense now,

And I must go

To welcome you to my world.

Suddenly fear sets in

About birth defects, diseases,

And…oh, my!

What if it turns out to be

Another girl?

A few grunts

A few pushes

And here you are,

My precious son!

You’re beautiful!

You’re perfect!

My life has now begun!

I craved that little

Bundle of joy

All dressed in blue.

The overalls,

The baseball caps,

Running through the house

Yelling, “Choo choo!”

You’re 2 now,

And you do bring joy,

I can’t help but giggle

At the silly things

You say.

I have to admit, though,

I never thought I’d see this day

That’d I’d look at you,

My precious son,

Sigh, and say…

Why couldn't you have been a girl!!!
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