My child, I carried you in my heart before you were even born
And dared to dream that you were real.
My child, I carried your picture with me since the day I received it,
And dared to love a child I was yet to meet.
My child, I carried you in my arms at last, and gazed in helpless wonder
at your face,
And dared to lose my heart to you.
And now, my child, a dream fulfilled, a prayer answered, a family
created, I have dared to become a mom.
And so now, my precious child,
I shall carry you home.

© 1998 Jill Work