Praying For the Day

I pray for the day, That my sweet child comes home, To my loving arms, So, I can love and hold them tightly, Each and everyday of their lives, To be there for them and guide them, As they learn to grow, Into a wonderful adult, That I know they will become, For they have such a wonderful heart, And as people will see them grow each year, Learning along their way, Having their own imagination, To shine and guide them, To be a very unique person of their own, But they are already very different, In many different ways, By their looks and their loving heart, And of course being very smart, Their beauty will shine, In many different ways, Both inside and out, And I pray for the day, They will come home, To stop these painful, loving tears.