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![]() ![]() This was written during the time I was going through treatments in '99. ![]() "Do you hear me God?" I talk to God most every night, And pray that I’ll be blest. I try and try to no avail, But I know he knows best. I don’t think I want too much, Just a child’s love. To feel her grow inside of me, Would be a gift from above. Little socks and shoes to wear, I’d dress you up each day. In little ruffles, bows, and ties, As long as you’re not a boy, ok? For then I’d have to buy a truck, A ram is that all right? Then you’d be Daddy’s little boy, Perfect in his sight. To hear you cry at 2 am, Would be a joy to me. To smell the sweetness of your skin, I’d treasure that, you see? I have yet to see your precious face, And hold you next to me. Please dear God, give us the chance, I’ll be a good mom, you’ll see. ~ © 1999 Connie Reed ![]() ![]() [Links] [SIGN my guestbook] [View my guestbook] [E-Mail me]
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