I believe you were my substitute
For God in those ten years
I'd put him aside
We needed a break
I know it sounds extreme
But I did adore your first
Toes and fingers
Your first laughter
The wonder in your face
I couldn't tell if you had
To poop or just saw God
Don't we all start out as cherubs
I am so grateful sweetheart
I am so grateful sweetheart
You chose to be mine
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