My story is set to poetry.
I was so excited when on that perfect day, we decided to create you
I was nervous for me.
The day came that I thought all perfection had come, only to be disappointed
I was nervous for you.
I came to realize that miracles take time, so I resolved to be patient in my heart
But I yearned for you.
Years go by, constant disappointment fills my heart with sorrow so very much
And I weep for you.
So many try to comfort me to make me feel normal, although I feel not quite a woman
And I weep for me.
One day I wake up to find a miraculous astonishing surprise of a hope now long forgotten
So I rejoice for you.
Now the nervousness sets in again hoping so much that my dream does not end this day
So I pray for you.
The time comes, after countless life defining years, that my miracle will meet me today
So I yearn for you.
Those special cries and beautiful eyes, ten fingers and ten toes, and the most perfect nose
The amazing miracle is you.
The pain was long and harsh, but I find myself never bitter on these accounts
Because my reward is you.