THE GIFT ~by Melinda Poulsen~ Her little arms reach out to me When I walk in the room, This special little spirit, yes This child of my womb The trusting smile she gives to me While gazing in my eyes, It causes me to feel as though I've won the greatest prize The dimple from her Daddy flashes In her rosy cheek, The love I feel inside for her So strong I cannot speak I hold her close and kiss her brow And whisper of my love, I say a prayer of gratefulness And send it up above Her Mother? What could I have done To earn this gift, this right? I'm still not sure, but I'll thank God Each morning and each night. |