Dear God, as you look down upon me,
I know that you might have to squint.
I'm located here in the NICU,
It's the nursery that I rent.
There are many alarms and sirens,
Connected to condos and flats.
The nurses tape my booties on,
And dress me in funny hats.
We have a lot in common,
All of us were in a hurry.
For many different reasons,
Our storks came a little early.
Some of us don't know why,
We bursted out from our bubbles.
We entered into this world,
Never meaning to cause any troubles.
Mommy and Daddy are worried sick,
About the odds that I must beat.
Please God, help them to realize,
That seeing me grow is a treat.
Breath by breath, I'll learn to breathe.
Ounce by ounce I'll tip the scale.
I'm like a boat in the ocean,
That knows not sink- only sail.
For I am a living miracle,
Mommy and Daddy must simply believe,
That you have angels watching over me;
From the time we arrive, till the time we leave.
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