With my first glimpse my heart felt devotion.

Your little feet and hands were very small. 

Our hearts were filled with too much emotion.

You were no bigger than a little ball.

You weren’t due to be here nearly so soon

Because you weren’t really due until May

Your first cries were like a little tune.

They were so faint we only could pray

That you would grow strong with every breath.

Your blood platelet number was just too low

And concerned us all of a sudden death.   

So slowly your blood did improve and show

A growing number of white blood cells.

And now no one can look at you and tell.