True story of my youngest daughter's birth. |
“Sarah’s Bear” By The Nut December 2, 2006 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You entered my life On the last day of the year But for for such a long time We couldn’t be near You were born weak and sick, had to be taken away Put in an incubator, from my touch, far away I visited and watched you Through your plexiglass walls I feared and hoped for you My child, so small I was a young man And you were my new baby I feared and hoped for you Oh, my dear child, daily I longed to see you grow healthy and free Leave the plexiglass walls shutting out me I felt sad for you You looked so lonely All that I could do Was give you a bear, a toy Little did you know I kept that toy Presented it to you Once you had little ones of your own A look of joy passed over your face You remembered the bear From that fateful place Now you have a story A heirloom to pass To your young ones When they ask Mother, what of the bear? How did you get him? From where? From where? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |