My Sweet Starlett
You were born in the morning after a Red Sox game
The longest 18 innings of baseball I had to endure
Oh how I longed for your arrival
I was only able to hear your heart beat
Feeling those feet pitter patter in my stomach
The movement so close and yet so far
Your father waited patiently beside me, with Mammy slowly falling asleep
The camera was ready, but you were not
As I laid there all I could do was pray
Doctors and nurses came and went
Still no sign of your beautiful face
Hours and hours passed, pushing and waiting
Finally, the game was done
It was time to finally meet my little girl
You were born cesarean at 4:09 am
I heard your cry and tears rolled off my face
Your father was the first to hold you
Oh how I wish it was me
Your father brought you to me
We looked at you and fell in love
Those tiny hands and feet, the full head of hair
It was you! My sweet Starlett
Oh how I longed for your arrival
It did not feel real until you laid in my arms
Gently falling asleep together
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