Dear Daughter,

 

Listen and your mother will tell you, the story behind this night,

For the joy we feel today, was preceded by fear and fright,

I want you to know how it started why we’re on cloud number nine,

Listen and your mother will tell you, sweet, sweet child of mine

 

It began all too early, your premature arrival to Earth

But trust me, my darling, yours was the most miraculous birth,

And though you were tiny and frail, your shrill cry seemed to say,

“I know it’s way too early, but friends I’m here to stay!”

 

 

How I wish I could have given an easier, better start

But trust me my precious baby, I carried you in my heart

Not a day went by, little one, that you weren’t foremost on my mind

Worrying, hoping and praying for a miracle of this kind

 

 

Weighing in at under two pounds, you fit into the palm of my hand

The wondrous acts of Hashem, we can’t fathom or understand

It broke my heart to pieces to see you alone in your isollette

How I longed to hold you close, but the doctors wouldn’t let

 

 

The machines helped you breathe, you were poked and prodded and pried

Every time we left the NICU, we davened, and begged and cried

They called you a micro-preemie, yet you fought like a little cadet

Growing and breathing and fighting, till you won every bet 

 

The doctors were astounded, they said you defied every odd

We told them we weren’t surprised, we put our trust in G-d

The day we brought you home was our family’s happiest one 

Your siblings were so elated, you’d think there was no greater fun

 

How we cherish each moment of life, how we savor each little smile

And though it wasn’t easy, you made oxygen look so in style

You’r a feisty little girl, who’s as stubborn as she is sweet 

Curious and inquisitive, you never miss a beat 

 

You fill our lives with meaning, you fill our hearts with love 

For you, my little girl, are a precious gift from Above

May each day of your life be a blessing, each moment a special chance 

To thank Hashem for His goodness, and erupt in song and dance 

 

May the miracles always be etched upon all our mind’s eye

As your loving parents hope only from nachas to cry 

Listen, my beautiful baby. your mother’s words do heed

For you’ve surely shown the world that miracles happen indeed!

                                                                                                Love,

                                                                                                 Mommy

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