9 months ago I got the news,
You give me a reason to give up the booze.
You were only a little un-developed foetus,
But already I couldn't wait till you would meet us.
I can picture your pretty face,
You'd be so beautiful no one could replace.
You'd have your mothers' eyes and perfect complexion,
And none of my imperfection.
At first I was a little scared,
That when it came to the other dads I couldn't be compared.
As time went on I realised I am blessed,
To receive a gift of the highest celeste.
The doctor announced that your health grew weak,
You might not make it till the end of the week.
You didn't even get a chance at life,
That thought cuts through me like a knife.
Now your up there high in the sky,
However I can't determine the reason why?
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