In baby's life
That may not be meant
For baby at all
He won't remember
Our sleepless nights
The endless rocks
Our frustrated tears
He won't know
That he was hard to feed
Prone to spit up
Difficult to burp
These early days
He won't remember
Any single moment
Any hard-won joy
Instead, it seems
This time is just for us
Me and baby's dad
As we learn to love
For the sake of love
And not for ourselves.
Thank you, sweet baby
For your unintended gift
Thanks to you
We will never be the same.
Could there be a more perfect love
Than one so pure
That we do not care
If it is remembered at all?
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