KINDERS IS DIE GROOTSTE GESKENK

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.