Marissa Patrick Poet I do not know?

No Matter What

I asked God,
When I was young,
For a daughter,
Or a son.
No matter the color of hair,
Or body type,
Such a little miracle,
Is always right.
No Matter number of fingers,
Or number of toes,
With a healthy heart,
In our home it will grow.
No matter sound of voice,
Or brightness of eyes,
Every baby is beautiful,
And brings such pride.
No matter grades in school,
Or scholarships won,
My smart little baby,
Will live for fun.
With a nose like mommy,
and a smile like daddy,
Combined together,
Living on forever.

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Sharon Winter July 28, 2008 at 6:52 AM A child is the most precious gift of all. Beautiful poem. Good luck. Love, Shar

Michael Jordan July 27, 2008 at 11:58 AM this was a beautiful heartfelt poem that was very uplifting and a pleasure to read - blessings