Your Mommie, and I both prayed for a girl,
We believed, that so it would be,
So with confidence, in your being a girl,
We named you, Eden Marie,
Through out your Mom's, 'massive' pregnancy,
we continued, to only think 'pink',
Till there in the labor room, something occurred,
that caused us, to have to re-think,
When you finally arrived, the Docter declared,
'Well, it's another boy Lynn, '
Tried to hide my disapointment at that;
with one of my half-hearted grins.
Upon second look; my whole body shook
I grabbed you and jumped for joy.
For there in my arms was the evidence
you are a girl; not a little boy.
Today is your seventeenth birthday
and this thought occurred to me;
I bet your glad your a girl; not a boy
with a name like; Eden Marie...
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