My Son
November 9, 2010
My Son
Your mother’s excitement upon knowing you will be borne
After seven years of waiting, now we are blessed
A herald from heaven whispered a message on that morn
That someone will come to complete our hope chest
You came to our life in a miracle way
In reciting novena, together we pray
Now you are here, every moment a grandeur day
Your smile comfort us in the hike to the top or at brae
His young effervescent mind brings us to his world
And to play with him the blameless game
Of all times the folded play mat is now unfurled
To acclaim the winner of the one who’s got my name
7th place in the "ONE in a MILLION" Contest
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Date: 11/30/2010 12:00:00 AM
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