MY ANGEL
Pitter patter, tiny feet
Come right this way, come my sweet
With open arms and yearning heart
You're the one I've longed to greet
So what if you're not of me born?
So what if my womb was denied the joy?
No labour pains, no umbilical cord,
Nothing binds us, just our love
I am complete, I'm woman again
Gently rocking you to sleep
I look up and whisper a silent "thanks"
And cry tears I've waited so long to weep.
SWATI CHANDRAN
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