The day I was born was special I guess,
to this world me mom gave me access....
When I opened my eyes for the first time,
my cry seemed to perfectly rhyme.
I saw my mother cuddle me,
and I realised, special I was to be.
I saw my dad standing in a corner,
to be born as his daughter was a matter of honour.
All was right and there was joy all around,
all was clear and I could hear Almighty's sound.
"Go my child, live thee life,
with joy in it and full of strife.
"but remember i'll be there in the form of hope,
at tat moment no need to fear, nope"
And with that thought I fell asleep,
drawn into slumber, oh so deep.....
As I relive the joyous moments of my birth,
It fills my heart with excess of mirth...........
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