For twelve long years
We waited
For our next child
Four miscarriages
After the eldest
Did not discourage us
To ask for even just one more
Pray, we did
Not only in Churches
But penitence we did
In Curcillo houses
All with the ardent wish
That we be given
Another darling
She came at a time
When we were not ready
For the gift of the Divine,
Came to us as a premature
Child
Skin very pink and almost
Translucent
You could see the veins
Threading through her body
In the incubator she stayed
Days and nights
While her Mom and Dad would
Always pass by
A glimpse of the two pound
Bundle of joy. A gift from GOD
And a gift she truly was
Always obedient, always
Demure, just like her Mom
She was quiet but
Silently strong
This premature child
Has grown to be a
Lovely lady
Now, preparing to face
The world
To live a life of her own.
But through the years,
Has always been a very loving
Daughter
A very loving sister to her Ate
And a very loving Ninang to her
Nephew and Niece
And to her other
Brothers, too.
Premature girl,
I know not where you
Get your strength
For you have remained quaint
And little and small through all
The years
But no matter what,
you will
Always remain, our little SHELPOT.
We all love you, Michelle.
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