I’ve waited for you,
For as long as I can remember,
My daughter, my girl,
My sweet song of December.
Your Dad and your brothers,
They’ve waited too.
Nervous and eager,
To find out if it’s true.
A daughter and sister,
For our number three.
Do you think she will be
A small version of me?
How deeply I’ve dreamt of you,
willed you right here.
Long before pregnancy,
I knew you were near.
But I still couldn’t believe it,
What a crazy thing to think…
That I would bring my baby home,
To her nursery of pink.
I realize now, the reason,
You took your time to come,
It wasn’t where you’re going,
It was where you’re coming from.
You were far too busy being loved,
By the women who came first,
They cradled you, adored you,
Satisfied your thirst.
All the mother’s mothers,
That our family ever knew.
Kept you safe for all those days,
Until your time with them was through.
And when that time arrived,
They released you to my care.
With gentle, tender whispers,
That they’d always be right there.
So my baby, my daughter,
My sweet Melodee,
The one who played and laughed and frolicked,
Underneath the family tree,
I know you carry with you,
The wisdom of our kin.
We welcome you with open arms,
To let this life begin.
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