Miracle oh miracle
Little angel of mine
You are my grandchild
God’s perfect design!
Look at you now
Only two inches long
In your mothers womb
Right where you belong.
You may be a girl
Or may be a boy
It matters not
You’re a bundle of joy!
Your hair may curl
Or it may be straight
It matters not
Either would be great.
Your eyes may be blue
Or maybe brown
It matters not
You’ll still wear a crown.
Miracle oh miracle
Little angel of mine
You are my grandchild
God’s perfect design!
Georgie M. Kusak
Note: I wrote this poem, put it on my print master and printed it on top of the sonogram. She is now the grandaughter I thought I would never have.
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O- Grand Father, Your poem I read, Love permeated my head, Birth is sacred, By peace I am led.
Grand dad I enjoy this one ,GOOD.
Grand dad I enjoy this one , I can imagine the feeling, W O W.
it was a good poem
I love the part “Miracle oh miracle, Little angel of mine, You are my grandchild, God’s perfect design!” I get chills. Congrats!
Wow this is a great poem. I enjoyed it. Great technique!