I conceived my Child today Not in my body, but in my mind, And on paper.
He will not be coming to me Like my others did Yet his conception is every bit As breathtaking as theirs.
For in this immense world Where thousands are born daily The Lord is hand-picking him Just for me.
My monthly check-ups will be Phone calls to the Agency My prescriptions, large, steady Doses of Patience.
My waistline will not be expanding But the world will be growing somewhat smaller When opposite ends of the globe meet On his "birth" day in an airport.
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