Fighter

Poem about my miracle baby who was a micro preemie at 26wks

She came into this world so tiny and frail
Her eyes fused shut and her skin so pale
It was hard to hold her in my arms
The tubes, the machines, the beeps and alarms
The doctors all trying to find what was wrong
It was then that I learned the meaning of strong
It seemed with each day came something new
I begged for my prayers to please come true
She must have an angel who watches over her
Helping her fight and win the battle for sure
We've had a long road, We've come a long way
Thank you God for my miracle, everyday I pray