Sarah & Mike + Jaden

How very often I have dreamed

To be the mother of a boy

To hold its tiny hands in mine/To count its tiny toes/And then to place a tiny kiss/Upon its tiny nose.

To hold it very close to me

Warm against my breast/To gaze into its tiny face/Sleeping and at rest.

Oh, what could be more perfect

Or what could hold more bliss/ Than to be a mother of a boy

Poem by Elizabeth Anna