Matthew
In for knowledge of your conception,
I humbly requested of heaven, a son.
Surrounded by cherubs, whispering in my ear,
This child's name shall be Matthew,
He is your gift from God.
How honored I've been, my firstborn son;
To have the priviledge of being your mom.
In agony; I watched you become a grown male,
For one stil so young.
Matthew, you have surpassed and fulfilled all the dreams
I've held for my number one.
Of all the women of the world,
I was chosen to be truly blessed to be your mom.
Immense pride fills my chest,
As I watch you love your son.
I realize just how much I've been blessed,
You've turned out better than I could have expected!
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