My pride and joy..
My little angel..
The one who just tore my world upside down;
When I thought I would lose you...
After all the pain I have been through
And the misery
And the heartache!
I wouldn't give you up for anything!
Sarah Sue..
When will you be born?
Will you kick like the dickens to get out of my belly?
Will I carry you for nine months,
Nine days?
My little angel...
The one God is going to create
Just for me:
To care for..
To love..
To cry with..
Anguish over...
When will my little body give life to
My little Sarah Sue?
(Kind of too late for that...haha) 1982?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem