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A poem about the baby that we were adopting that was given to other parents to adopt. |
| How Will I Know You When You Are Grown? I will still see the beautiful baby with the big smile. I will hear the simple giggle and noises trying to become words. I will not hear your footsteps because you had none yet. I will feel your sloppy baby kisses showing me that you loved me. I can still feel you in my arms and in my heart. I smell your baby soap and your baby smell lingering always. So many thigs will change, how will I know you when I am grown? Because my heart will leap with joy. |